We need to talk...why? WHY do you insist on being so mean to me? What have I ever done to you? (You know, aside from feeding you that liter of Captain Morgan that one night, long, long ago...*shudder*)
Just when I think all is well with the inner workings of my digestive system, you go and BUCK THE SYSTEM. Dude. All I ask of you is to quietly (and non-malodorously) collect the waste from my body and gently (key word here...GENTLY) remind me when it needs to be removed.
This grinding, clawing, clenching, twisting, tearing, squeezing that's going on whenever I try to feed you? It sucks. You need to knock it off.
However, if you would take a few extra pounds with you before you decide to straighten out, that would be fine...because otherwise?
This is totally not worth it.