I'm shitting me...

Seriously, you don't want to know. I just felt the thought of your straining you gray cells by trying to imagine what exactly I'm getting at with a headline like that might make me feel better in light of the fact that... as I said, you don't want to know.

I can tell you though the end product of diarreah that's bad enough can have about the same consistency as, a look rather like that of and approximately the same temperature as a good cup of hot chocolate.

See, I told you: you don't want to know. That's the problem with people: They never listen to a word you say.