Well, the threat was meant to explore the frisson, the odd, the dark tidbits that might burn your psyche, make you double-back and look again, remind you of something you'd rather have forgotten entirely, perhaps even compel you to throw in a prayer for your soul. Toilet tricks, vomitoria, tranzer-territory, eye-searing gobs of excreta weren't the intended subjects.
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------------------- Mild Mannered Minion ------------------- I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow -Anyway, Genesis