Every Fart is a Victory
The Demon of My Sleep requires me to list all the foods I've eaten in the last 24 hours. It requires this not in any spoken language, but a language of bodily shape. Namely my contorted, bloated, unconscious body, sprawled out, covers and intestines entangled into a new position for each psychotic word. I'm unsure if these hallucinations occur during REM or, as I suspect, in deep sleep, like all proper night terrors. Thank you Mike for making your Explosive Bean Dip. Task Coordinator for Chuck's Stomach : *Checks list* Nope, I didn't see four bites of Explosive Bean Dip. Chuck's Esophagus : You had better check that list again, cause you're getting it - right before the turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, collared greens, cookies, chocolate, caramel pie, ham, turkey, chocolate... (This list continues for quite sometime) Task Coordinator for Chuck's Stomach : Alright, alright, boys *he shouts to large intestine bacteria* we gotta break this stuff down fas...