A Singapore PR (previously came from Malaysia) named Ah Meng was just arriving
in Hell, and was told he had a choice to make. He could go to Singapore Hell or
to Malaysia Hell. Naturally, An Meng wanted to compare the two, so he wandered
over to Malaysia Hell. There outside the door was Ah Lian, looking bored.
'What's it like in there?' asked Ah Meng.
'Well,' he replied , 'In Malaysia Hell, they flay you alive, boil you in oil,
chain you to a rock and let a vulture tear your liver out, and cut you up into
small pieces with sharp knives.'
'That's terrible!' gasped Ah Meng. 'I'm going to check out Singapore Hell!'
He went over to Singapore Hell, where he discovered a huge line of people
waiting to get in. The line circled around the lobby seven times before receding
off into the horizon. Ah Meng pushed his way through to the head of the line,
where he found An Gu busily signing people in. An Meng asked Ah Gu what
Singapore Hell was like.
'In Singapore Hell,' said An Gu impatiently, 'they flay you alive, boil you
in oil, chain you to a rock and let vultures tear out your liver, and cut you up
into small pieces with sharp knives.'
'But ... but that's the same as Malaysia Hell!' protested Ah Meng.
'True,' sighed An Gu, 'but sometimes we don't have oil, sometimes we don't