I fall poopy b-hole first onto the edge of my bathtub.

I guess this is me now.

I am outside in nothing but my underwear. It is cold and raining outside. The doors and windows are locked and i don’t remember the garage code. No one is home to let me in for another hour or so. D:

Well I am pretty sure that puts me in the concrete wall at work. I probably won’t know, but my coworkers are going to need therapy for life.

My dog and I are now one. We have become, dogperson. All the bipedability of a person, with the infinite compassion of a dog. We are unstoppable.

Dead I guess, bricked inside wall

I’m inside a wall now

My ass hits the asphalt at 120km/h, not entirely sure I will still be capable of pooping from there after that.

I am now sitting on the exact same bench in the exact same position except two feet to the left

Part of me is outside, part is inside, and part is stuck in the wall.

I’m pooping, so no bueno.

About half of my body is now occupying the same space-time position as my refridgerator.

I die almost instantly, the half that is left outside the fridge slumps to the floor and creates a gory mess for my partner to find.

Meanwhile, the other half of my mass is busy trying to occupy the same place as my refrigerator probably causes additional…effects. Does it explode? Does it just make a mess in the fridge? I will never know. Either way, it’s safe to say my family is getting a new fridge.

I fall out of my chair

I fall the two feet back onto the bed

I’m midway through the wall and no longer on the toilet.