Godhood XIV [Syrup Edition]

For Arby's, Tlaca-Ica wills into existence the RBs for 2 acts, an animal shaped like a giant cowboy hat with tiny tiny legs and a big mouth that splits the brim. They are made of piping hot roast beef and poop delicious barbecue sauce out of the top of their heads like an old-school oil rig to cool themselves down. Essentially, the perfect prey — one that even comes cooked and seasoned! Do not cry for the fate of the RBs, though; they lack any sensory information other than their winning Sense of Humor and as such are perennially happy, even without the Purple Drank coursing through their veins. They are prone to break out in fits of hysterical hyena-esque laughter at the (in their opinion, FANTASTIC) cosmic joke of their own existence. Besides, once their lives are almost certainly cut short, they can just hang out in the afterlife, which is way radder than their regular lives, wait, wait, shit, SHIT,

"SHIT, SHIT! Guys, we forgot to make an afterlife! All those poor souls are just stuck in limbo! What should we do? Should we slap reincarnation down and call it good? Have them hang around and take care of the Labyrinth? Stimulate their minds with perfect pleasure for all eternity? Get a proper Heaven-and-Hell setup going? Just blue-skying here, we gotta figure this out together."