heelers inferno

Satan is roasting John Fry on a spit somewhere close to the seventh ring of hell.
"So what did you do with ten years of Heelers pension contributions?" asks the Prince of Darkness conversationally.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhh," replies John Fry, which given the circumstances is the most coherent thing he's said all morning.
Satan nods sagely.
"And did you bug his phone?" he asks turning the spit.
John Fry enunciates a brief: "Aiiiiieeeeaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee."
Everywhere about them, the inferno crackles brightly with the destruction of souls.
Midst his sea of pain, John Fry realises it has become imperative that he communicate with the Regent of Hell in actual sentences, not just shrieks of agony.
"Ere Satan Guv," he grates out, "I wonder would you mind turning the spit a bit more to the left. You've got my testicles in the fire."
Satan peers at him closely.
"Nah," he says. "They're not done yet."