First they came for Clothahump and I said nothing, because I was not a lump of shit molded into human form, then they came for octopus, and I said nothing, because I was not an aborted tapeworm, and when they finally came for me, there was no one left to speak for me except my cactus, left spineless from years of fucking it, and cacti can’t talk but if they could this one would scream, or something ok I don’t know where I was going with this.