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The time has come. I can’t hold it any longer. Your throat will be my toilet. Remove the head by vicious means, prepare for log deployment. As I clench my bowels your esophagus accepts the deposit. I finish the deed, your stomach full of stool. Fecal fee paid in full. Regain my composure and gaze upon the scene. A headless body, it’s throat a latrine. Dripping with gore and yesterday’s dinner entre. I look up to see my neighbor running away. Latrine Throat The time has come. I can’t hold it any longer. Your throat will be my toilet. Prepare for log deployment. I cannot go back to who I was. A man who used regular toilets. Henceforth, I will use decapitated bodies.