Heaven: me chilling in my bedroom with all of the dogs I’ve ever owned, who can also talk to me, I have an endless supply of weed, Coca-Cola and the ability to make any of my favourite foods cooked in the way I remember with access to every single piece of entertainment at my fingertips.

Hell: just me being forced to spend eternity listening to my asshole father scream about me not wanting to play sports and how it’s my mum’s fault his life sucks, obviously I’m also being tortured by demons but that’s my layer of personal hell they’d add.

She looks angry at me because I’m too poor to help her father.

Nah it can’t be that, that numbers way too low to be that.

Red Bull also tastes like shit.

In the 2370s, an FCA liquidator named Brunt had a particular interest in a Ferengi entrepreneur named Quark

No he was weirdly obsessed with Quark, like on a personal level, I think he may have had a slight crush on Quark, always coming up with excuses to come see him on DS9.

Okie dokie, *BANG*

You can go turn that garden bed over if ya want.