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The lord of the underworld of penance and pain, retribution and judgement grimaced as the screams were particularly piercing this eve. 'I tire of this', he said, 'I wish something different'. Having overheard this, a man, a once notable tenor, stated swiftly,in betwixt screams, that he would sing for him, but only if it could be made quiet, so his lordship could enjoy it fully. His lordship pondered this a moment and stated, "Very well. For tune, the hell's cold, you sing for me!"