Previously, on The D of S:

Balls: So, listen. I’ve got a thing and (looks at bare wrist) will you look at the time! I’m running late! So, I guess I’ll be seeing you.

TWBS: WHAT?? You’re leaving me here? Alone?!?

Balls: Well, I’m a dick, but I’m not that big of an asshole. I’ve got a surprise for you.

Balls looks towards the mountain and points to a tall white figure walking towards them.

Balls: Take a look!

TWBS (turning towards the mountain): What the? Who the fuq is that???

TWBS looks back towards Balls but he has vanished into thin air.

TWBS: BALLS!! YOU ASSHOOOOOLE!!

TWBS starts to get worried, but then the figure gets closer and TWBS can actually see who it is.

TWBS: Dude! What the hell are you doing here?

And now, back to our story. And the mystery figure is…

SENOR WEASELO: Well, Balls had a thing and he asked me to cover for him. How ya been? (And immediately cringes after that last question.)

TWBS: Fuck you. But cover for him? We made it out of Hell, what more is there?

Senor: Well for one there’s that. (He points to the mountain.)

TWBS: Dafuq is that anyway?

Senor: Welcome, my dearly departed Seamus, to Purgatory.

TWBS: Purgatory?

Senor: You know, the place for sinners atoning before they’re able to enter Heaven?

TWBS: You mean I went through Hell for nothing?

Senor: No, I’d say you already went through all the shittiest stuff with Balls. It can’t be worse than having to climb Lucifer’s back to get here.

TWBS: Hey… oh, you said back. So where is here, anyway?

Senor: Some undisclosed remote island. All I know is that we’re on the exact opposite side of the earth from Jerusalem, so that puts us, let’s see… somewhere in Oceania.

TWBS: Oh, are we by Sydney? I want to give that Nazi a final piece of my…

Senor: One, still dead so she wouldn’t know you’re there. Two, no, if I know my antipodal geography we’re somewhere east of New Zealand. Three, let it go dude. She’s seriously not worth it, and you’ve seen where she’s going. Ya got me? Anyway, let’s find someone to let us into this joint, there’s got to be a gate and/or gatekeeper somewhere. Cato! Where are you, my little Roman friend?

TWBS: That’s the worst fake French accent I’ve ever heard.

Senor: Perfect, I was going for Clouseau.

Cato the Younger: Who goes there, who are you?

Senor: You’ve got a second one of those types. Though in a twist, he’s the dead one and I’m the guide. But I’m here on business from up top. A friend of ours was supposed to do this, but he had a thing, and you know…

Cato: So he’s a dick and got you to cover, got it. Anyway, another one of those? …Oh, those two, all those years ago. Well, since there’s precedent I’ve not really a choice. Thou knowst to make sure he’s clean before he can be atop the mountain. Anyway, boat’s over there.

Senor: Great, thank you. Remember to bow to the angel boatman… (angry whisper) bow to the boatman!

TWBS (whispering back): No way.

Senor: Dude, just do it, who’s the one whose tribulations aren’t done yet?

TWBS: Oh, fuck you.