As a child Joel was always a little curious about cannibalism.

Uncle Herpe had told him about remote tribes of people in far away lands who ate each other religiously.

He never ever imagined himself capable of such things.

But he was always interested in thinking about what it would feel like to poop out a human.

He thought if the poop was big enough he’d know what his mom went through giving birth to him, or would have, if Joel wasn’t a cesarean.