[78] written by Miasma

You turn to this putrid piece of elephant dung and scream "Why
don't you go fuck yourself, Mister Walltits!" He looks at you pensively.
"Thank you, my good man, thank you. I think I will go fuck myself," he
replies. He takes his gigantic schlong... whips it around and inserts
it into one of his percentage sign holes. Your eyes explode from this
impossible and ludicrous site. Your brain hemorrhages, and after you
die, Mister Walltits makes sweet love to your dead carcass. The end.