He had just woken from a horrid nightmare. It was glorious! The polar ice caps weren't melting, but they sure as shit were no longer fit for animals to survive in. The sky was permanently blocked out by a haze of smoke and airborne filth. Fish could no longer breath, gills just fucked by filth. Birds no longer flew, they just kinda died off. The plants were all stunted and yellow. Nothing grew green anymore.

He tried to open his eyes, they were held shut by what looked like the worst pink eye imaginable. He grinned as his hands worked slowly to pull away the crust, wide enough to see that his teeth were coated with a layer of slime that looked like it belonged in baby diaper. Seriously, the color made you gag. His teeth were mostly intact which just made it seem like he was off sucking on a sewer pipe. Teeth that nasty should fall out.

He didn't know who he was, but he felt invigorated.

As he pulled himself free of the ground, he wondered how he ended up what must be garbage dump.

Did someone dump him here after hitting him really hard in the head, like so hard that he had amnesia? He ran his hands through what should have been hair and pulled away a handful of matted hair that looked like it was just pulled from the drain, but he didn't feel any painful spots none of the wet or goopy spots looked like blood.

Maybe he had a hell of a night drinking and ended up walking home and just laid down here? But that wouldn't explain why he had been at least partially buried.

Looking around, he saw a hat that looked like someone had vomited on it, set it on fire then put it out with a bucket of shit. Without a thought, he scooped it up and put it on his head.

Maybe it didn't matter who he was? I mean, he still felt good, like Cocaine and Ecstasy kind of good (*note* remember kids, only take drugs that you've gotten through your local pharmacist, drug dealer or that random guy on the street corner that one time).

Yup, it didn't matter who he was, he felt fucking great and it was time to go preach.

Father Ghryme had the good word to spread. That's who he was! Father Ghryme! ... and the good word was what he was here for. That good word was single use and disposable! plastic Is a gift from god to relish and spread; Recycling be damned! Fuck reuse and whatever you do, don't fucking reduce, in fact go use another 2 or 3 as a fuck you to nature.

This wasn't a man, it was the foul bitch of a consequence from Jay dropping a small piece of hate. This thing, was in no way redeemable, couldn't be saved and would leave a shit smear both metaphorically and literally in his wake.

Don't worry, I'm sure out hero will beat the shit out of this little bitch and clean up the mess so it's all wrapped up at the end of the episode like a Saturday morning cartoon. Except unlike those cartoons, the hero will murder the bad guy. None of that second chance, namby pamby bullshit.

This is DD's house motherfucker!