I have now gotten him to talk about it twice when he wanted to talk about his colon zero or even fewer times. This accrues not to my capacity for manipulation, but rather to the fact that he has been so harrowed body and mind by the experience he is now essentially just a sausage casing with a t-shirt draped over it. I was able to extract more data in my most recent interrogation and what I learned will shock you.

Ancient ally slash stalwart foe Bob The Angry Flower peerlessly covered the same topic in his way, and even through the lens of this evil plant I could tell that the artist - Stephen Notley - was writing from experience.

Certainly I don't want to put you off the procedure, because they gotta see all those polyps you got or whatever. But I also don't want you to shit in your living room, so it sounds like we should cover some of the basics. What I had originally heard was that you always want to be near the bathroom. Good advice generally, to my mind. Hedge those bets. What we learned was that simply being "nearby" is completely insufficient. You essentially have to live in there, because once you start drinking this gritty, grey sludge you essentially have a cloaca. You just... have a cloaca now.

He had to build a kind of nest to live in, and on, while he underwent a twisted and Satanic inversion of Christ's birth. There were no decisions to be made, he was no longer a participant in the process. He had become the Door to an unhallowed place.

(CW)TB out.