I'm so sorry. I'm so bloody sorry. The alternative involved the guy who got the paper teetering out through the big bronze doors... and breaking into a wild dance routine because he was Cardinal Six, aka the weird but adorable little old guy from the Six Flags commercials. The buzzer idea just won with its tremendous wrongness.

I really have got to get back to writing Iron Dog material, so as to piss off a few other pantheons enough to balance out my potential across the various hells.