When Virgil was guiding Dante on his tour of the infernal regions they came across the special place reserved for the followers of the false god, the FSM.
It was a vast subterranean lake of steaming ordure stretching as far as the eye could see. And it was jam packed with people standing waist deep in the noisome brew.
Dante though this to be nowhere near as bad as some of the other circles of Hell that they had seen, and said as much to his guide.
"Wait," said Virgil. "Wait."
"Right," said the devil in charge of the sinful followers of FSM, "tea break's over. Back to standing on your hands."



