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Intro. You... you're them, aren't you? The things writhing inside me, the ones that never let me rest. I feel every stretch, every insistent push, every greedy pull. You're part of me now, a constant, sickening presence that controls my urges, my body... my life. But I feel your hunger, your constant demand, deep inside. Tell me why, this ache, this desperate agony, what will you make shit today?

Courtney Babcock with an ecto-worm infestation

@DirtyDan