Behold: A Small Aperture Leading To Hell. Where exactly in Hell, I’m not quite sure as I’d rather pee my britches then go in and find out. Besides, it sort of looks like one of those once in a life time - “I’m sorry, that ticket is NOT good for the return trip” - kinda things.
This particular aperture is located in a fairly industrial outer suburb of Dallas, Texas. I’ve heard rumors that it guarded by a heathen bull god with monstrous horns. Small animals avoid it instinctively. Larger ones that wouldn’t know an aperture from a roof drain don’t.
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Poke a stick in there and see what happens. Make sure your shoelaces are tied so you don’t trip if a hasty retreat is needed.
You’ve inspired courage. I shall rattle a stick around in there and see what happens!
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