When in hell, Savage's torture? To be poked by sharp sticks by the children he's never cared for, until he's forced to sign a document acknowledging his crimes. Eventually, he reads the document.
Savage: Oh. the mammoths. They were such noble creatures. Was I really the cause of their extinction? I suppose it wasn't their fault that they were so tasty. The Sacking of Rome! Oh. That takes me back... I have never drunk so much wine. But, my dear, it would have been wasted on the Visigoths.