Sloth had not been paying attention when he was walking home from Joey's. He was still half stoned, enjoying the fug in his head that came with putting one foot in front of the other and feeling like he was in perpetual motion. And then someone had strangled him from behind.
Now he was in a waking nightmare.
He tried to move his hands, fists clenching, then looked up at Satan and closed his mouth, swallowing heavily.
"I d'no if this is what he had in mind," he said, his throat a little sore from being manhandled.