It was a Sunday night as Magog Rhys Petley laid down his head to sleep.
He was thinking about the phone call he had got from former Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi last night.
Just then the phone rang.
Magog Rhys Petley picked up the receiver.
It was former Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak phoning from a military prison in Egypt.
"Hello Magog," the former Egyptian President's voice sounded raspy, "I just got permission to phone you. Listen when we met earlier this year and you advised me to immediately step down and go into exile to Saudi Arabia, I should have followed your advice."
They spoke for a few minutes.
Magog then put down the receiver and drifted off to sleep.
He was awakened by the smell of sulphur.
Standing there were two fiery looking demons and between the two of them was the ghost of Libyan leader Col. Muammar Gaddafi sporting a new look- a very crispy blackened and very reddish complexion.
The ghost of Gaddafi was bound in ghostly chains.
Gaddafi spoke,
"I am the ghost of Col. Muammar Gaddafi
doomed for all eternity to walk the night
and to fast in fires...
Magog, I should have taken your advice when we met earlier this year and should have immediately stepped down as the beloved leader of Libya and gone into exile to Hugo Chavez's Venezuela like you suggested."
"Time's up," the demon pulled out a Rolex watch given to him by his client Bernie Madoff, "time to go back to Hell."
The two demons and Gaddafi's chained and bound ghost vanished in a puff of smoke.
Magog Rhys Petley looked up at the ceiling and whispered to himself, "But I'm an atheistic Marxist. I don't believe in Hell."
To be continued.
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