Stomach making way for the digestively inevitable.
Didn't foresee the consequences of its regrettable choice of edibles.
The ship is idling quietly in the stillness of the bay.
Knowing the tempest that awaits it before the end of this dreaded day.
No pill nor dose nor effervescent will quell this growing rage.
For all the world's a poop show and its bum is center stage.
Narration coming soon
Narration coming soon for this voice