Never mind, you lesser Imp. George Jones came by with his riding lawnmower. The two of us duct-taped the mower to a couple of logs,creating a makeshift hovercraft.
When the Lord of The Underworld got wind of us tearing up and down the Styx at breakneck speeds he gave us the rights to run his ferry's on the spot. You're out of work,ol' Feller.