[A wicked case of go choke on a bulge, is what he first thinks, but that realization hasn't vanished off to nowhere. It's just mixed with the rest into a confusing, nauseating slurry of feelings.]
YES, MY HEAD IS KILLING ME ABOUT AS WELL AS IT CAN WITHOUT BEING LITERAL. I'M UP ON THE ISLAND AND I GUESS I CAN PUT UP WITH YOU FOR A LITTLE. LOOK FOR THE SAND STUDDED JACKASS ON THE BEACH.
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YES, MY HEAD IS KILLING ME ABOUT AS WELL AS IT CAN WITHOUT BEING LITERAL.
I'M UP ON THE ISLAND AND I GUESS I CAN PUT UP WITH YOU FOR A LITTLE.
LOOK FOR THE SAND STUDDED JACKASS ON THE BEACH.