So Bruised worked all day in the Diarrhea Mines, ladling, sorting and cataloguing the feces of an entire population raised on Taco Bell and Pizza Hut.
Alright, old friend, I'm here to check your progress. How's it going?
Fine, I guess. The piles of... uhm... excremental "elements" are behind you over there.
Oh I see- What?! Corn mixed with green beans, mushrooms intermingled with pistachio nutshells? This is all wrong. You must complete the sorting process- by hand!
