oheaj:

“But what about pigs, since they’re basically hogs but only cleaner and smaller? Are they part of the hog hierarchy, or would they have their own deal? Same goes for toads, because they’re the bigger version of frogs but with more of those wart things and make that really deep burp sound.” His lips press together into a thin, straight line as a trillion frog and hog related questions zip through that mind of his. “And what’s above the hog? There has to be a pope, probably, unless the system’s really screwed up.”

“All of this has gotten too serious, I think I’ve aged three years, and my blood sugar has lowered I think by at least a little bit,” he swept a hand across his face as if flicking away something wet, placed the other on his hip. He was starting to shrivel up a little bit, and he felt as if he’d lost an inch or two in the past half hour. It may have been the aftershock of drinking something too hot. It may be what he deserved, but he would persevere;

“If I collapse in front of you, I hope you’ll have the good nature to take me to the hospital. If I emerge from unconsciousness I might buy you a fruitcup for your kindness. If I remember. Life changing situations like that throw my world off-kilter.”