The Ferryman let another group of souls to their peaceful resting places, then turned to leave, but were stopped by a soul running up to them.
"You go down to the other place, right?"
"I ferry all souls to where they rest for eternity, yes."
"Good, then you can take me there?"
The Ferryman stared at the soul.
"You want to leave here, which by definition is perfect bliss, to go where you will be subject to eternal agony?"
"This isn't bliss, I hate it here!"
"Oh, well then you're already in the right place. I don't make mistakes, see."
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