Chapter 6. Title 32.

Each day had gone by, one at a time, day by day. Heratio the Fox went clubbing e’ery night. He danced and danced like a dancing machine. Germans came up with machines first, but Heratio’s not German. He thrown his hands up in the air like he just didn’t care. And he wore no underware. Because he didn’t own a single pair. Cuz they were eaten by a bear. A bear who used nair, so he was bald. Like Smegal. Hairless nasty icky creature of the depths. One night at the club Heratio met a pretty lioness named “Eh” and she was Canadian, eh? Heratio said hello to Eh and they hit it off. But she was hungry, so she ate Heratio in one bite, gone done swallowed him whole. Luckily Heratio had a flashlight and a small pipe bomb in his kangaroo pouch he had attached last Thursday. So while Heratio was in the womb, I mean the stomach, he tooketh out said flashlight and pipe bomb. He turned the flashlight on and activated the bomb. There was a 3 second timer, and Heratio knew he must hide himself from the blast, so he clawed his way into the large intestine (for he was too big for the small instestines, you know). Heratio was a fast clawer, and he got out of the blast radius in time (he ended up near the last sphincter of the excretion system of Eh the lioness. She blew up, and he withered his way out of the carcass. Heratio vowed to never ever go clubbing again. At least for a day. Then he would be able to go clubbing then again. He missed his lo’er d’clo’er Eh the lioness and he cried for a long time. He cried for about three space days. Which is about 7 Earth seconds. So he cried for 7 earth seconds. He cried so hard that his eyes dried up so bad that his body re-routed his urine so that his eyes might be watered and replenished by his urine. Heratio recycles. He is green. Then Heratio had a hankering for a good old sub sanwich that his dear old grandma used to whip together. It was called a “BLS.” It’s similar to a BLT, which you know as bacon lettuce tomato. In the forest, they do not have bacon, because pigs live on farms. They do not have lettuce, only leaves. And they do have tomatoes, because we all know that tomatoes are savage growing weeds that infect e’ry portion of the Eart. A BLS is a butt, liver, and sphincter sandwich. Heratio loves this sandwich, yes he does. You think at Subway you eat fresh? Think again. At Subway you eat flesh. So don’t eat at Subway ever. Unless you like eating flesh. But I don’t. So I’m not gonna eat it. Cuz I think it’s gross. But Heratio likes it.