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I imagine Jack gritting his teeth as the tornado bears down on his attempt to speed to safety in his motorized scooter. The relentless pull of the twister manages to work the end of the prolapse Tammy normally tucks into one of Jack's knee-high compression socks out and up into the vortex, where it flaps and flails like a gangrenous windsock. The high RPM funnel cloud begins sucking out forty years of impacted fecal matter and rotting meat - As though Jehovah Gud Himself is at last performing an overdue colonic irrigation. Jack doesn't notice when his purple arm is yanked out of the socket like a baby tooth with the texture of maggoted fruit.
Choked with high density shit, the tornado loosens its grip enough for Jack to floor the accelerator of his scooty puff; kicking up gravel and propelling him through the wall of Jr. and Brianna's home like the Kool-Aid Man, while eighteen feet of smoldering, ant-covered intestine trails behind him like Marsupilami's tail, with the portions being dragged over concrete kicking up sparks.
The twister continues through the greater Nashville area, tainted a horrible shade of red-brown with vaporized feces and gud meatz, and poisoning all who breathe its foul cloud. Man and creature alike fall to the ground and die yodeling - their final moments spent scratching deep gouges into their throats in a primal struggle to afford themselves more air.
Jack's hat somehow remains on his head.
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