>be me
>visiting india
>getting street food
>Pfffrt
>Here is your food saar yummy curry with earth flavor
>Umm that's poop
>Yes yummy earthy.
>Dude I don't eat poop.
>Well here we all do. Now eat up
>Just take your money and go
>Whistles
>Men surround me and poop on the floor they shove me into the mess and command me to eat it.
>I continue to refuse until they pen my extremities and pry my mouth open. They clap scream and chant in a ritual redolent of a chimpanzee tribal victory.
>The ground beneath me shakes as i notice the boss man approaching.
>300 pounds and reeking enough to make the stinkiest streets here smell like a flower bed.
>He hovers over me and releases a torrent of bright red poo.
>I faint
>Awaken in the hospital.
>Doctor explains that poo is the first line treatment.
>Vomit the aforementioned all over myself.
>oh good saar. youve had yours
>mfw