The final chapter of Alias Super Caligula, and a conclusion largely inspired by an anecdote concerning a video store patron who confessed to finishing first and third during a group viewing of that seminal slice of 1980's cinema, Porky's.
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Cock plucking and gizzard sucking greeted my arrival at their nightly revival, where Ben Wa balls and crawfish crawls mocked the cornstalks until the duke of the dung heap was seen to creep - the lanky kingpin of sin from Bangkok to the Soviet Bloc.
I found myself goaded by garrotes and Cheshire gloats to march within the reign of the banana pepper locust domain. My desperate suggestion of a gland prix piqued the interest of the vile freak and his merry band of circus geeks.
Perhaps the gleam from a brain unseamed or a passing pipe dream, but from some vague place I heard the wailing moan of a ghostly trombone.