Rake at the gates of hell 1

I beat the Devil. I beat all three of the bastards, and I got them to cure my sodding lung cancer while I was at it.

 

You can feel the hatred hanging in the air. These bastards want my bollocks roasted on a stick with my scalp as a side salad.

 

I'm the most hated man who ever lived.

 

The thought comes out of nowhere, like a bullet carved from madness, and for just an instant I consider ignoring it and walking out of here.

 

But then I remember I've got a reputation to maintain.

 

"Oh yeah...one other thing, fellas...

 

Up yours."

Done