daily scratchpad

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me: Sorry!
gd: Too late.
me: Can you give me a temperature?
gd: Yes I can.
me: Will You reveal that temperature? I want to prepare myself as best I can.
gd: You cannot prepare!
me: Please help me to understand what awaits me when I die. Please!
gd: You will roast. Deal with it.
me: Temperature, please. My impression is that the temperature is quite moderate.
gd: Wrong again! The temperature of Hell is 300 degrees! Idiot!
me: Argh. Fahrenheit?
gd. Not Fahrenheit. Idiot!
me: Oh dear. Centigrade?
gd: (snickering) Not Centigrade! Not! Idiot!
me: Kelvin?
gd: You're getting very, very warm for an idiot. In fact, you are correct! Congratulations.
me: Oh dear. 300 degrees Kelvin?
gd: Burn baby burn.
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