FIDO
It’s tough to maintain your dignity when a metal pole has been shoved through your arse and out your mouth. You’re roasting clockwise over a pit of coal. You’ve been eviscerated. Your eyeballs have evaporated. Your legs and tail are stiff. Your tongue is out. Despite this, you appear to be laughing.
You’ve got a red hole in your belly where your organs once were, now wolfed by a big brown
