I guess this is the globally-known sign of tiredness; but there's an aching feeling of emptiness deep within the deepest pit of my brain.
I think this is because I've got tons of great ideas for animations, comics, and stories... but I, for some reason, can't bare to work on the shit! Well... At least I'm not horny.
Alright, son, I have to go to work. Why, you ask? Because it's my duty to keep the streets clear of rapists, child-molestors, murderers, and poop thieves... Love you, bye.
Later that day...
So you say you were scooping poop when you hear some whispering, and then a shadowy figure takes some of your poop and runs away?
No, I wasn't scooping poop... I was taking a shit when this little kid runs by and takes it!
I'll get right on it. The fee for the inspection is $999.95... Send it to my office.
What the fuck?! Now you listen here, Mr. Agent... I ain't payin' shit!