The prompt was underworld, mysterious, funny
All I remember was that cold and dark feeling. Then, I was just there. Somehow, I knew that pushing a pole through the seemingly endless, murky waters guiding the dead was my endless undertaking. I, Charon, the ferryman of the underworld, take their souls to their final destination. My job was going just as usual. You know, taking lost souls to the underworld so they can be judged and whatnot, but today I encountered a strange phenomenon. There was a human, a live human, on the pier of lost souls. I approach the human, and I reach out my hand to her for her fare. Then I hear this grating voice. "I don't have mine; can't you just take me in that little boat of yours? It is not that big of a deal anyway." I was shocked. Did a human just talk down to a psychopomp? For the first time, I, Charon, the ferryman of lost souls, was offended. Even though I wanted to do something about that rude human, I simply ignored her and refused my service to her. The next thing I know, she jumps onto my boat! Who did she think she was, jumping onto my boat without paying the fare? I look at her, and she nods at me with disappointment. Because of the audacity of this puny little human, I pushed her off into the river. I was hoping pushing her would end her untimely demise, but no. She swam to the shore, then hollered at me, saying, "Where is your manager?" I was dumbfounded.
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