Elena stood tall, her bleached-blonde hoodie stretched to comical heights: "Good. Get a job. I don't want to feed you slackers another week. I have two little kids to raise, and can't afford to keep you.",This reminded Martin, he searched his memory, sadly discovering that he was not as simple as a pauper.,"Damn it!" Martin groaned, a headache coming on. Hell's own poor souls, afflicted with incurable diseases.。