good luck bitch im in madame web’s anus

teleport, size manipulation, super smell. i am constantly teleporting into the rectums of famous actresses and experiencing ego death as their farts wash over me and erase all other sensations. i don’t even remember my name or how long I’ve been doing this for. all i know is my mission. i am the fartshifter

yeah uh… im also kind of unsure what OP meant here. there is no direct battery analogue to an LNG tanker because there’s nothing to tank. ships that run partially or entirely on batteries are absolutely a thing, but they’re not doing it in order to move the energy around.

ive always imagined that test audiences believed it to be a prosthetic and therefore a deliberate creative choice by lars von trier. which is fucking hilarious, because it so thoroughly cheapens the serious arthouse themes he was playing with of like sex and nature and depression if you believe another theme he wanted to showcase was “and the guy has an absolutely monstrous hog”

they’re not really doing this, are they? i assumed it was a clickbait outrage farm concept that would never see the light of day

running a picture of myself through the app fifty times instead of getting an MRI

yeah personally i was hoping they’d give the role to margo martindale