This is the image that disturbs me the most, and haunts my nightmares.
I can't explain it. I asked a professor of Biology to try and explain what was going on so I could at least get some sleep and now he ignores my calls and emails and hurries past when he sees me on the street.
Beer bellies are rounded, and bloated, the gunt looks like an apron made out of flesh, a Flesh Apron, in this shot it's the only thing holding his pants up.
Aside from it's texture, which resembles ballsack skin or some kind of cancerous growth, and the bifurcation that is the signature of any true gunt and makes Ralph look like he's wearing his ass on backwards, it's disturbing on a deep, almost Lovecraftian level.
A mans stomach shouldn't look like this. Something has gone terribly wrong here, and we need to acknowledge it if we're going to work to survive it.
Because the gunt has made me believe in true, metaphysical, evil.
The larger it grows, the more Ralph acts like a bitch, it's releasing hormones that control him and drive his womanly reactions to things, and while it's funny now, when it's stuck to a 5'1" white trash hobbit in Richmond, if it manages to spread, if people start waking up with similar gunts, with all the thin skinned, self destructive behavior that comes with it... this has the potential to be a civilization ruining event.
A Guntocalypse, if you will. And no body wants that.
It may already be too late.
It's here already...
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