Geryon Arrives

As the canoe swirled onward and onward, I began to grow sleepy. I didn't hear the nameless kayaker warn me to get ready to jump, nor did I notice him jam the oar into the water and launch both Faulkner and I out of the boat into the center of the whirlpool. The wails of the Charybdi were the last thing I heard before darkness. I landed on the ground with a resounding clunk. The flowing whirlpool of shit had become a waterfall and cascaded down an enormous cliff that was miles long. Far out, as far as the eye could see, was a massive flood plain that was created by the waterfall. Rocky craigs and small islands made up the landscape, surrounded by pools and eddies of flowing crap. Little sinners ran around screaming, all being punished in different manners in the Giant Floodplain of the Unacceptable. From the ledge we were on, I had no idea how we were going to get down. "Well, wasn't that fun. We're on the border into the next level of Hell, the Bi-Mecca." Faulkner said as he brushed off his robes and straightened his laurel crown. "In order to get down there we have to get a ride from this flying monster called Geryon. The thing is he lies constantly and in order for him to help us we have to lie to him as well. It is by deceit that we begin our journey through the sins of the social outcast." Faulkner cleared his voice and called out over the cliffside, "I really think my books are stupid and have no contribution to society whatsoever!" After a brief wait, a giant serpent-like being with the head of a man flew by and landed in front of us. "Hi, my name is Buttercup and this is Tadberry. We'd like to sit on this cliff for the rest of our lives until we rot and die," Faulkner explained. The beast nodded, spoke a few weird words, and then bowed down. We climbed onto its back and began our descent. "Now remember, the whole time we're on this thing we can't not say a truth. Ok? Got it?" I gave my most confident grin and tried to figure out what the double-negative implied.