There are many things that Mikey doesn’t like (after all, rumor has it that he hates everything)

Mikey imagines that the soundtrack of the all-feared ostensible Hell would consist of a never-ending barrage of nauseatingly narcissistic ‘Barack Obama’ speeches, interrupted only by tortuous interludes of 99 Luftballons and various Bruce Springsteen offerings. Everything has its purpose, but would any crime merit such cruelty?