QIDIEN HAVE FAST WAIT SPEED
Ching Chong died with a smile on his face.
It was time for him to return to the cycle of souls.
It was time for him to pass on.
.
"He" awoke.
"He" was no longer Ching Chong but a lost soul.
A lonely remnant of what once was.
"He" slowly drifted to the netherworld. To be judged anew.
The soul passed through the seven rivers, the River Styx, and the other six that I don't remember the names of.
"He" saw a three-headed shiba inu. A product of inbreeding dogs over the centuries of human history. "Poor creature," he thought.
And, "he" waited.
A line of souls formed before the overworked judges.
"He" waited a billion years before he stood before the judge.
The judge looked carefully at "him."
And, it spoke, "Sorry, wrong line."
"What?"
"Wrong line. This line is for female souls. That line over there is the one you're looking for. Now shoo."
"He" slowly moved to the right line.
I'm tired of writing "he," so no more quote ok.
He was in the right line now.
He asked the soul in front of him.
The soul in front of him said "f*ck off, bitch," but he forgot how to speak English over a billion years of not using it, so he assumed that meant he was in the right line.
Another billion years passed and he was in front of the judge once again.
The judge, this time, carefully studied him. Years passed.
The judge finally stopped and looked at his Book of Life. It took a million years to find the soul's name.
Finally. The judge looked up. The judge was an old man, tired from an eternity of judging souls.
"Your old name was Ching Chong, right?"
The soul answered, "I think so...Though it's been several billion years."
"Several billion years," the judge said, "Yeah, if you're that old, you're in the wrong line. It's that line over there that you want."
The judge was pointing to the line he originally came from.
The soul asked, "Wasn't that line for female souls? I'm male."
"It's also for very old souls." was the soul's answer.
And so, he drifted back to the original line.
Thank you QIDIEN.