Satan, God...

"Oh Lord, I know I haven't been the greatest follower but if you let me out of this mess, I'd... I'd wash your feet! I'd... I'd wash anyone's feet!" Fred 'silently' prays to himself. Silently meaning screaming for dear mercy.

"SATAN! I am a loyal follower of you and your teachings. I will sacrifice all the virgins you could ever imagine to you... oh Lord of Doom and bleak, take me from this cave of maze and... mazeness." Fred bows to the dark arts. Suddenly two distinct voices cut through his head.

A calm voice fills his brain. "Son... I would have freed you from this predicament, had you not sided with the devil! Choose now, the lord, me, who will grant you a boring, yet happy life in heaven at your death, or choose the evil Satan who will lead you to nothing but darkness!"

Booming laughter fills Fred's head now, giving him a headache. "Don't listen that old fart! When you die, I will give you anything you could ever wish for! Only at the cost of your soul, of course."

"Tough choice..." Fred says.

1. Fred chooses god. You don't wanna mess with that evil, man.
2. Fred chooses Satan. Who wants to live a boring goody-two-shoes life anyway?
3. Fred chooses neither and evokes the wrath of both the omnipotent powers.

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