“Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.”
What most caught Kendra’s eye were the messages scratched into the wall. She roamed the cell, reading the crudely inscribed phrases
Seth Rules! Welcome to Seth’s House Seth rocks! Seth was here. Now it’s your turn.
Continuing around the cell, Kendra noticed the next wall was completely covered by one long message.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? Barry? Adam? Can you believe this is happening? I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. … … …
Seth had clearly been in the cell for far too long
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