Rita: Gooooood afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! You all have the privilege of being the first mortals to tour Sphere 9-and-a-Half! My name is Rita Butch (there's no cursing in heaven), and I'll be your tour guide! Yay!
*Bus begins moving at 0.5 miles per hour while Rita does this:*
Rita: We'll reach the first stop in about an hour! That gives me time to tell you all some fun facts! Lucky you!
Fun fact number 1: Sphere 9-and-a-Half is dedicated to the virtue of snark! Witty insults, snappy comebacks, throwin' shaaaaade? Everyone who was ever snarky has a place here!
Fun fact number 2: The Big Woman Upstairs (never forget: God is a black lesbian) loves a bit of snark. Extra-special fun fact: when she was giving the ten commandments, she was saying them sarcastically! Moses took it at face value, and it's been the basis of your law ever since! Silly mortals, when will you learn?
*After an agonizing hour of slightly disturbing "fun" facts, the bus arrives at the first attraction*
Look out the right window, and you'll see a stadium-shaped cloud. That's the Quippus Maximus! It's where battles of witty comebacks take place between history's cleverest people! Wanna see Shakespeare slinging "Thine Mother" jokes at Mark Twain? You can! Wanna see a 6-on-1 handicap match between the members of Monty Python and the French philosopher Voltaire? It's happened, and they still haven't gotten the stains out!
*One excruciatingly long trip later*
Rita: If you look to your left, you'll see Bette Davis and Winston Churchill!
*Over Megaphone* HI BETTE! 'ELLO WINSTON!
Bette: So like I was saying, everybody acts like I delivered "What a dump" in an over-the-top fashion. It's like they never even WATCHED the pictcha... oh, hello Rita.
Winston: (Unintelligble British jowl-flapping) BluHuh! Hubluhuh, Rita!
Rita: RIGHT BACK ATCHA, WINSTON! SAVE SOME CHAMPAGNE FOR ME!
Winston: Hublubhuh! Bahubluhuhblub!
Rita: WHY MR. CHURCHILL, SUCH LANGUAGE IS RUDE!!
*Bette hits Winston over the head with a rolled up magazine*
Bette: Be nice to her, ya bum!
Winston: Bluh...
*The bus does a 0.5 MPH donut and starts going in the opposite direction*
Rita: We're looping back to where we started, and you know what that means! QUESTION TIME! Who wants to start us off?
*Someone raises their hand*
Rita: Yes, the twink in the third row! What do you wanna know?
Mac: Winstin Cherchull is heah, but where is Mahgret Thatcha? She was awful snahky.
Rita: I'm sorry, sir, but I can't understand a word you're saying.
*Man sitting next to Mac raises hand*
Rita: Yes, the burly Italian, what's your question?
Talian: Actually, I simply wanted to interject and translate on behalf of my antipodean friend here. He was asking whether Margaret Thatcher is in this part of Heaven.
Rita: OHHH! I see now! Thank you for translating, Signore! So, yeaaah, Maggie is in Hell. Working in the coal mines!
Mac: Undahstandable.
Rita: Now, any other questions? Ah, you there, the blonde girl with the red skin!
Analiese: Do angels get sunburnt from the constant sun exposure?
Rita: No, silly! That's a problem only mortals have!
*Rita slaps Analiese on the back*
Analiese: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!
Rita: *GASP* Yeah, no, we don't allow foul language here. *Pulls lever, Analiese falls through the clouds*
Rita (Over Megaphone): AIM FOR THE PILLOW, ANALIESE!! Oh, I'm sure she'll be just fine. ANYWAY, does anyone else have a question?
*No one raises their hand*
Rita: Well, if that's the case, then I think it's time for you all to skidaddle back to Earth! Bless you for riding, and remember: God watches you sleep, so make sure you're naked!