One Thousand Years in that Hell is not Enough. I kept on boiling in those vats. It was hard, to know that I was in Hell, and it wasn't going to get better. I don't want to describe what I was boiling in. It wasn't nice. It was thick, and coated my skin, and stunk in a way I don't like to talk about. And it was all so fucking stupid. I didn't have to be there. Not a single fucking thing had an angle there. It all just clinged to your skin, and stunk. And I was there to observe it. Whenever it touched me... I never let it inside me. It would try to get inside me. I can't sleep now. I know it is here.