The tour continues. Soon the duo approaches a second cauldron, it’s slightly larger and slightly hotter. The American peers in. It’s also full of suffering souls, all wearing berets. Devils are pitchforking would be escapes back into this cauldron as well. “That’s where we put sinful Frenchmen,” Satan says. In the distance is a third cauldron. It’s much bigger and is glowing white hot. The American can barely get near it.
None the less, at Satan’s insistence, he approaches it and peers in. It’s absolutely packed with souls, barely visible under the surface of the boiling liquid. Now and then, however, one clambers out of the pitch and desperately reaches for the rim. Oddly, there are no devils sitting on the edge of this giant pot but the clamberer disappears back beneath the surface anyway.