Yo, Zacky!

Yo, Zacky!

Whatchyou doin' up there now that you're representing, like, 99.9999985 percent of human beings who've ever lived?

Ya bastard, you never told me you were going to check out before me. I'da put the bullet in the back of your head personally if you'd told me you wanted it. I guess that was a no-option option.

But you're there, and I'm here. How do we go from here? Ya gonna stay there till I get up there and kick your ass for depriving me of the rest of your life? Because I'm gonna come up there with very pointy boots.

Zacky, while you're there and I'm here, I have a few personal favors to ask: find out who that asshole God is and tell Him to call my secretary. I have a few issues with His dealings with your file. Tell Him personally that when I get to Hell, there's going to be a beef.

No sitdowns, either. I'm going to personally come upstairs and KICK HIS FUCKING ASS. And while you're at it, fucking kick St. Peter's sorry doorman ass too.

Yeah. Tell Him that. I'll mail you letters from Hell, but stay tight, dude, keep up the good work I never did.

And I will RAISE HELL in your memory.