An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates.
St. Peter checks his dossier and says, "Ah, you're
an engineer-you're in the wrong place."

So the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is
let in.

Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the
level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and
building improvements.

After a while, they've got air conditioning and flush
toilets and escalators, and the engineer is a pretty
popular guy.

One day God calls Satan up on the telephone and says
with a sneer, "So, how's it going down there in hell?"
Satan replies, "Hey, things are going great.  We've
got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators,
and there's no telling what this engineer is going to
come up with next."

God replies, "What??? You've got an engineer? That's
a mistake! He should never have gotten down there;
send him up here."

Satan says, "No way. I like having an engineer on the
staff, and I'm keeping him."

God says, "Send him back up here or I'll sue."

Satan laughs uproariously and answers, "Yeah, right.
And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?"
 
 
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"Behind Death, the patricians small pet swamp dragon
held on grimly to the bony hips and thought: 'gaurds or
no gaurds, the next time we pass a window I'm going to
run like buggery'."