Heavy duty 3 ply bog roll - check.
3, 2, 1, we have ignition...
I'm in!
It's a bit fuckin dark in here though, I can't see a thing, surely that's not right? Hang on, I can sense a presence looming at me from out of the void. "OM, OM, is that you?" It's not replying, but I don't think it's OM, it seems hostile - in fact, its malevolence is almost tangible.
Wait, I think it's trying to communicate... I can't understand the language though, it's just making incessant shrill noises spewing forth bile and vitriol.
It's getting louder and closer now - I can feel it's foetid breath on my face, and I can't find my turd!
It's got hold of me, shaking me around like a rag doll... Now it's getting light, I'm starting to see this evil entity for the first time. Oh My God, OH MY GOD!! It's... It's...
It's the fuckin wife - demanding to know why I'm zonked out in the chair, muttering to myself and covered in shit!
Consumer! You've made a cunt out of me yet again!