In the depths of Hell, there is lots and lots of fire. There are also rivers of blood, puddings of shit, and the toasty souls of the damned.

There is also a monorail.

It's a great red monorail that runs around a track and takes you anywhere in Hell worth going to. It is driven by a merry skeleton named Brian, and Kaiba was riding on it.

He pushed a large red button to the left of his seat, and the monorail of doom came to a violent, screeching halt, giving the millionare a cheery "Ding!" as he tumbled out the front door. Brian waved good-bye happily and the monorail charged on, blaring "Domo Arigatou, Mr. Roboto." Kaiba grumbled and marched up to a desk.

There wasn't a building anywhere. It was just a desk, and it was just there, and it had a receptionist/secretary person sitting behind it, talking on the phone. Her nameplate read 'Debra Banning.'

"No," she said to the phone. "What? Listen, you tell the record companies that I don't CARE. If they're evil enough, they can thwart that goddamned KaZaA thing. Fucking kids. ...No, I understand that. ....Yes. ....Yes. ....Done. Just keep em' off my fucking back. ...Yeah. Hey! I gotta let you go, sweety, that's Starbucks on the other line. Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Ciao."

Debra pressed a button and talked on the other line. Kaiba waited impatiently in front of the desk, before finally yelling to get her attention.

"Listen!!" he growled. "I have an appointment with the Devil, now get off the phone and tell me where he is!"

Debra glared at the man, waving him off and continuing her business.

"Tell me," Kaiba repeated angrily. "Where the Devil is."

"Hang on, hon," Debra muttered into the reciever. She turned to Kaiba. "Mr. Satan is not ready to see you, sir. Kindly fuck off."

"Listen, you wench," He hissed, pushing threateningly on the desk. "I need to talk to Satan. He hasn't been answering my calls. Tell him to get his bitch ass out here."

She leered at him, before turning back to the phone. "We'll have to do this later, Merv," she said simply, and hung up the phone. She sighed irritably, opened her desk drawer, and pulled out a pack of smokes, drawing one out. She held it out to the side of her desk, from which a huge lick of flames burst, lighting her cigarette. Kaiba jumped back in shock and so as not to combust.

"Would you like a Kevorkian scarf, sir?" She offered coldly. "They're complimentary."

"No, I would not like a fucking Kevorkian scarf," He snapped. "Where. Is. Satan."

Debra took a long drag off her cigarette.