It was a pleasant day on the River Styx, when Beelzebub, Prince of Hell, accidently rammed his motorboat into a luxurious yacht belonging to Belphegor, also a Prince of Hell. He was understandably disgruntled.
Charon was more than disgruntled. The Styx had always been his domain. Now the denizens of Hell were joyriding; the Transportation Authority had encroached with its state-of-the-art ferry, complete with a snack lounge; and Heavenly tourists could even take a circle line tour. Inconceivable!
He ferried the soggy demon princes back to shore in his moldy, old raft.
“Next time, stay off my river!” said Charon.