I suspect that it's directly above Hell. Maybe one day I'll find a seared handle in the floor, pull it, and hey, there's dudes on fire down there. I'll pour some ice water down there in the hopes that it help my karma a little bit. One sinner will be like, "hey, you think you have a heat problem...don't suppose you have any Eskimo Pies up there?" Eventually I'll be caught distributing contraband ice cream (a controlled substance in Hell) and be forced to perform 40 hours of community temptation service for Old Nick. Kinda like normal community service, except it's spent urging people to engage in more vices.
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