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"Warner Gates, Regional Manager of O'Tolley's restaurant, stands on the cliff's edge in the rain. His hands are bound behind him and his pants are around his ankles. Below him is the pounding ocean and a narrow, rocky beach.

'Tee, hee, hee,' the old hag cackles behind him. The pain in his posterior is worse than ever. 'Don't worry, deary. You'll only be dead a little while and there are better ways of serving the Wyrm than by working for those Johnny-come-latelies at Pentex. Better, purer, and oh-so much more juicy ways. Besides, you deserve it for serving up those terrible burgers of yours. Ugh.'

'Please...'

'Oh, don't beg. It ill suits what you're about to become. Tee, hee. Now, as you see, I've shoved the barbed hook up into you and attached it to your lower intestines. The hook's connected to a rope tied to that tree. I push you off this cliff and... Well, I'm sure you get the rest. Bon-voyage, burger boy!'

A push, the beach below rushes up at him. A sharp, pulling pain stabs at his bowels, accompanied by the sound of tearing canvas. The rocks don't kill him, though. His blood-limned eyes dimly register the rocks around him. They are spattered with his internal organs, which have landed separately, a few feet away. No pain, but the emptiness... 'Oh, god. Why can't I die?' So desolate, so empty, so lonely.

The ocean wind whistles through his emptied carcass. Suddenly, he is aware that he isn't alone. Rats, dozens of them, stare out at him from the rocks. Strangely, he isn't afraid. At least they're company. King Rat approaches him, regarding him with its beady eyes.

'Yes.'

It comes closer.

'Oh, please. I am so empty.'

King Rat's snout pushes its way through his teeth. Its wet, furry body skitters down his throat.

'Oh, yes. Lovely. To not be empty.'

The others follow their king. Each one a welcome guest to the temple that is his body. He senses their gratitude for the shelter that his body gives them.

'My children...'



Something dark and wet rustles inside him. His body begins to move..."

-Freak Legion