Dead or alive or somewhere in between, I could still kick a
guy in the brimstones. Dante dropped to the ground,
clutching what was probably his crotch under that stupid
Snuggie he'd no doubt bought from a late–night
infomercial.
OR
The Earth moved. So did Hell. And possibly some of the
furniture. In fact, the sex was so good that even the
neighbors had a cigarette!