Disgustingly, gastronomically orgiastic. “ Your sinus mucous will be my gravy and your skull, my boat”. Really? And it even has a (sort of) happy ending. Impressive.
I am horrified and shocked, but that is a good thing because this was THAT provocative. It was disgusting and crude, but it was also good writing to evoke such a feeling. I want to vomit the thoughts this story gave me to examine it in morbid curiosity as much as the robot vomited up its dinner to save it and rebuild it. I just don’t have my haz mat suit yet…