And so there it was. The thing inside him... now outside. He was still alive... though he didn't know how. He knew he ought to go to the hospital... but all he could think about is the
tapeworm
. What the hell was that thing? Was it wiggling and hissing in a way to communicate to him?
Suddenly there was a banging on his door. Or it had been there before but he was just recognizing it.
"ALRIGHT, ASSHOLE! I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND HUMPING FOR WEEKS NOW. I'VE HAD IT!"
He tried to reply back that he was alone in here... or that he was alone here with the tapeworm... that there was no humping going on at all, but all that came out of his mouth was a wimper. The kind that would escape a man stuck in the desert who hadn't drunk a drop of water in days.
"ALRIGHT, I'M COMING IN. YOU BETTER FUCKING PUT SOME CLOTHES ON YOU--"
