Something Wicked This Way Comes

[nekosensei]

Last night, I had a very Dantesque dream in which, still alive, I managed to descend into Hell with three other people. There were only three rooms or sections in Hell and you had to go through all three of them. If you got scared and turned around halfway, you were toast (both literally and metaphorically).

From the third and final room, I stole a bar of chocolate made by the devil himself and took it back to Earth. My question is this: why did I damn my eternal soul for a bar of chocolate? On the other hand, that was some wicked good chocolate.