Today I have been mostly feeling like Walrus Man, particularly the Walrus Man who I flushed down the toilet once, giving myself my first ever solid dose of existential dread. This monstrosity has a bum where his mouth should be and the glaring eyes of someone who is well aware they are a tiny piece of fragile plastic that might get torn apart by the cruel god children of his universe. Either that, or someone just told him his real name is Ponda Baba.
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