There was one thing he had to do. One quest.

There was one thing he had to do. One quest. One mission. He couldn't fail in this, not when the fate of the universe was at stake. He had to remember the word "Aubergine".

If he forgot that word, it would be the end of all he knew and more. The cold rain felt like needles piercing his skin. Just a few more days, he thought to himself. Then I'll be

surrounded by the arms of my one and only love, Bertha Biggens. So he mustn't forget that word...that...word...what was THAT WORD?! His armpits tingled. His skin crawled with panic

and his blood flooded from limbs to heart; it thumped like the lowered Toyota's bass stereo that always seems to sit next to YOU at the stoplights. He strained to remember the word

that had brought him so much pain before. This word was so vile that it might cause sudden vomiting, yet he simply must describe his feelings. Otherwise, he may not convey

the true hatred he was feeling at this particular moment in time. If he began to gag and retch, then so be it. That was the price he had to pay for using such despicable

words and plots against his own kind. He kept gagging and retching. Vomit came up into his mouth, acids covering his enamel, so he swallowed it. He wasn't going to let himself puke

until the final scene, blocking be damned. McShay, the director, was a hack, and hadn't made a good Shakespearean regurgitation piece since lucking into one in '73. Summoning bile,

to myself." As time passed, I became greedy, powerless, and a slave to my unfair advantage. I grew old, and while I laid on my deathbead, I realized money was shit.