"...I'm aware I'm not making any earth-shattering revelations here; the contours and geography of this particular arse have been well mapped out for weeks. But like I was gonna pass up the opportunity to kick the teeth out of this dead horse. Shittiness this rich and pungent deserves to be savored. I want to have a nice long slow-dance with MindsEye, get its legs all tangled up in the strips of toilet paper that litter the ballroom, then twirl it out on to the balcony under the moonlight, meet its gaze, and shove it over the rail."