At the end of a particularly long, productive, urine-drenched day, Pee finger finds time to engage in a bit of introspection.
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| Why are we here? I mean, I know why I'M here but is everyone else nothing more than my piss fodder? | |
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More than just a life-support system for a freakishly misrouted urethra. Pee finger is deep.
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| Is this all there is? Pee and me, we're a team but I think, no, I KNOW I can be more than a one-trick piddle-pony. | |
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| Brace yourself, people of earth. We sit perched on the cusp of a new age! Through the miracle of evolution, Feel the wrath of | |
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