On the third day...

there was darling maggot, or b. a salty, nasty, dirty pirate type with a penchant for buggery and weed smoking. he wore cowboy boots and cussed an awful much, and went to great lengths to satisfy his appetite for cunny.

and they saw that he was a singular, no-good, gonzo sonofabitch, and welcomed him with open arms.

"the boy isn't mine," said the devil down below. "but i love him like he was one of my own."