You stare down at the
eyeball awash in droplets of human blood and stop for a moment to
consider what you're seeing. This is highly unusual, you think, because
eyeballs aren't generally found outside of people's heads, and they
certainly don't belong in urinals to be pee peed on. Why, that's just
unsanitary! After carefully considering all that you've visually
absorbed, you decide there's really only one course of action at this
point.
A couple of camp
counselors quickly intercept you and take you to the camp nurse, who
even more quickly decides that you've not only gone insane, but your
penis is probably missing. It's only a matter of hours before you're
transferred to a ill-equipped, state-funded looney bin, where you fill a
cell between a spitting image for Hannibal Lecter and someone you're
pretty sure is a Batman villain. You spend your days playing chess with
yourself and screaming "THE EYEBALL MAKES |