Where are we going?
I need to find my Uncle Nylon. He might know why I'm like this.
Why would he know?
I don't want to think about it. I'll know.
Where is he?
Harlem, 1970, in a poop patty.
Be careful.
"poopf"
Uncle Nylon? Uncle Nylon? It's me Ratchet...
Munch crunch munch munch
Uncle Nylon?
I'm eating human diarrhea. Let me be.
Uncle Nylon, what happened? What happened to me?
It's not a question of happened to. It's a matter of happened for.
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Uhhhhhh
What happened? Are you ok? What did you find out?
I need to eat a sugar donut right now. Or jump off a bridge.
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