A strong air of inevitability surrounds the imminent sexual union between Ralph and Keffals – one that is more potent and repulsive than the miasma emanating from Jonathan Yaniv.
They both gravitate towards vulnerable young people, while harbouring lecherous intent.
For a truffle hunting, faecal aficionado like Ralph, the prospect of two foul-smelling holes, mere centimetres apart in the same body, where they function as an olfactory stereo system, is too good an opportunity to pass over.
One thing that I don't think has occurred to Ralph is that if him and Queen Keffals are sent to prison, Keffals is probably going to be housed with women. She isn't going to be his prison wife. After a hard day spent gathering highway trash as part of a chain gang, he is going to have to settle for whimpering next to whomever left the Snickers bar on his pillow.
Maybe Moloch will answer his prayers, but can a pig pray to a bull? Obviously the latter animal is superior to the former. Orwell might dispute my head-canon barnyard hierarchy, but Orwell is dead and I say pigs have their own deities who focus on pig-related issues.
I recently rewatched The Long Good Friday, which is a 1980s British gangster film, starring Bob Hoskins as Harold Shand, whose criminal empire is under attack from hidden enemies. The film culminates in a prolonged rant from Shand, which ends with the line: “The Mafia, I'll shit 'em!” It is worth noting that he says this while addressing a pair of American Mafioso who were considering doing business with him.
It occurred to me that, if you added rap music in the background, this pivotal moment in the life of Harold Shand also sums-up the life of Ethan Ralph – a ceaseless self-defeating rant against his enemies and former allies.
At least the anime king, Joshua Moon, doesn't require a backing track and is probably also able to sleep with the nightlight off.
I keep bottling-out on joining this Russian site where MATI is to be hosted until Josh follows in the footsteps of Reviewbrah and gets big into short-wave radio, which realistically is the future of Kiwi Farms. I am concerned that somewhere in the terms and conditions, there will be a clause that will result in me being drafted to fight in the Ukraine.