Another Monday Morning

You figure that a bad smell is better than fire or ice and open the vile disgusting door built from various types of feces. The smell coming from the room naseates you and causes you to vomit. The entire room seems to be a collection of bodily wastes that have been collected for some time. The goatman hands you a shovel and says get to work. As soon as the words hit your ears you are pushed into the vile disgusting brew of excrement. All around you you see other miserable prisoners shoveling the filth into a bottomless pit. Perhaps someday you will finish your work and be set free... otherwise this is... the end.