Mine ain't nothin' special, but this boy gets the job done.

Oh crap.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

But with this guy, it might have cost me some bad burns or an ass-rape. I'm all for risking my life, but I'm a little sensitive about asshole.

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown.