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Cigars are evil; you won't miss 'em
We'll find ways to simulate that smell
What a sorry fella! Rolled up and smoked like a panatella,
here on level one of Ragdoll Hell!
Gambling's wrong and so is cheating;
so is forging phony I.O.U.s
Let's let Lady Luck decide what type of torture's justified;
I'm pit boss here on level two!
[Ooh, deep-fried ragdoll!]
Just tell me why!
Please read this fifty-five page warrant.
There must be ragdolls worse than I!
We've checked around; there really aren't.
Selling bootleg tapes is wrong;
musicians need that income to survive.
Hey, Raggy, gonna make some noise
with your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys!
That's what-cha, what-cha, what-cha get on level five!
Fencing diamonds, fixing cockfights, publishing indecent magazines...
You'll pay for every crime, knee-deep in fabric-melting slime!
You'll suffer 'till the end of time, enduring tortures; most of
which rhyme
Trapped forever here in Ragdoll Hell!
It's a modification of the 2nd
Half life or CS Source