Erk: That's not something you want to see. Although, maybe it's something delectable...
Knnth: A special sauce?
Erk: Cockcheeseburger?
Knnth: [blanch]
2. On his morning busride, Erk spies what look awfully like shitty finger smears on a laminated surface abutting the seat in front of his. It's not as harrowing as the incident of several weeks ago in which Erk sat behind a guy with dandruff the size of rolled oats, but it's captivating nonetheless.
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