I swam through the pudding. It seemed like days, though I knew not time any better than I knew myself. I was on a quest to discover the meaning of me. I was a pansy. They threw me out of the wigwam because I couldn't skin the rabbit. I watched as it blinked without motion into my pansy soul. I was cast into the pudding for not being a man, but I was going to find the Hormones of legends and become a firefighter


I'll come back for you, rabbit. And I'll bite your head off.