Was there a way out? The tunnel seemed to

Was there a way out? The tunnel seemed to go on forever. The wolf sniffed anxiously at a pile of logs left abandoned on the tiled floor. It wanted

to become wood. But it knew that it could only become stone, cold and unyielding like the hunter. Inevitable and dense. This tunnel was not a tunnel of stone, but a tunnel of

vitamins. Vitamins were the new food, after all. Every aspect of life in the city had become artificial. Artificial food, artificial animals, artificial

buttflaps. In fact, the entire world was just a delusion that he was dreaming with the eighth quarter of his subconscious mind, which was located up his arse. Meanwhile, he took

a large dose of Vitamin D and hoped for the best. The sun definitely didn't shine out of his poop extractor so it was important to get the nutrients somehow. But

nutrition is such a tricky business. You think you have something, and then the next thing you know you're buying jade eggs and shouting at people outside takeaways. Breathe. This

too, shall pass. Literally. You can feel it bumping around in your colon, whistling and groaning like a living thing. But it's just nature's little garbage disposal taking care of

down the leg and onto the floor. Every single soul present immediately noticed the faux pas. Any attempt at concealment or distraction was absolutely futile. Embarrassment

hung in the air as he tried to think of a dignified way out. “Well, ladies and gentlemen,” he finally began, “THAT didn’t work out as planned! But on to my next magic trick…"