Canto XII here.
Previously: Canto XI. JUST A MINUTE, POCO MINUTE, whispered Virgil through a rag, I FORGET HOW BIG THE SMELL GETS. LET'S TAKE FIVE. HELL REQUIRES MORE ADJUSTMENTS EVERY
"You've cured me of my thoughts,
just like the sun can cure the day of night, and made me
healthy. Thank you!!! Now I'm happy like a book or patch of grass."
ONCE AGAIN YOU FUCK FOR NOTHING, PHLEGYAS
said Virgil. YOU DON'T HAVE DICK. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO CARRY US ACROSS THIS GODAWFUL POND
Poor guy looked like he'd just lost a timeshare.
I didn't quite catch whatever Plutus said – I think it was
something about pepper? Aleppo pepper, salt and pepper, something –
I don't know, I don't speak Dutch (or whatever they speak in Hell.)