I pee liquid fire and I poo weapons-grade plutonium. My bowels are lost somewhere between the seventh layer of hell and shub-nigguraths favourite barbecue place. My eyes water, my tongue is swollen and I swear to god, if I fart, my chair is going to melt and beg for mercy in 51 different languages at the same time. I cannot feel my lips anymore and drinking doesn't relieve my pain. Oh god the pain. FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

German, 44.