“So, if my heart is heavier than that ostrich feather…”
“Your soul will be devoured by Ammit, Devourer of the Dead, Eater of Hearts.”
“That overly large crocodile… thing behind you? The one licking its lips?”
“Yes. Oh. Don’t worry, the feather we use is very heavy. Back up, Ammit, you’re scaring the poor fellow.”
“Oh. Well. Good to know, I guess? Not many souls get eaten, then?”
“Well… ever since the advent of internet porn, let’s just say not many men have passed since then. Never know, you might be the lucky one to break the streak!”
“Oh. Well. Shit.”
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