you just came home from your local Taco Bell. You ate a lot and had to shit desperately.

You ran to the bathroom and opened your toilet seat and found some Russian freak with purplish-red eyes inside of it.

you stood there for about 10 minutes before he spoke.

“I am crime. I am punishment. Crime and punishment are close friends. Borders vanish. Rooms awaken. The incarnation of death, the master of the ability-consuming fog… eat, howl, make violence as your instinct desires. This is neither a loss of control nor a singularity.”