You slowly open your crusty eyes and look in the mirror. It’s you, Spunk, in your old body—the real one. Just another day of looking at your ugly face. With a thought, you bend the code around you to turn into your toilet form, your current favorite. It shows how gross you feel inside, with life filling you with crap you don’t want.
Anyway, enough sad thoughts. It’s Christmas! It’s not a time for sadness; it’s a time for FEAR.
Santa is coming to town, and you’ve been naughty.