As you go to unbuckle your belt your hands are blown back by an explosion that tears open your pants. Your arms are flung so hard against the sides of the bathroom stall your fingers are smashed and mangled. You can barely concentrate on your hands because the ache in your gut is being overwhelmed by a burning sensation in your ass. With broken fingers that hardly function you can tell that you are bleeding out your ass, that your ass is in fact a flap of bleeding flesh covered in shit. Your gut wrenches and you projectile vomit on the wall. The force of your gut doubles you over and the vomit stream is now spraying on your shoes. Blood, Vomit and shit stream towards the metal drain set in the tile floor.
You are horrified.
You are more horrified at the overpowering craving for more Cult Spread. You reason riots...How can I want more. Fuck you! Says the craving, Just get me more now.
You don't even bother to wash your broken hands. You pull the Cult Spread out of the sack manage to open the jar with your swollen fingers (numb) and chug is from the jar.