Wouldn't be Hell if things were easy, I guess.

[Peter sighs, takes a drink from his can, and idly cracks the fridge open. He's starting to feel like he could eat, but he'd forgotten about those toes and there they are and nah. Nah, he's just going to close the fridge again.]

Interesting. Time to go befriend some demons, I guess. Or beat it out of them? But I don't really feel like fighting demons.