I work over at the shit factory in the sorting department. Everything we produce is shit, but I sort the shit that's just awful and the shit that's terrible from the shit that's absolutely horrific.

I shudder to imagine the kind of people who actually buy our products. Every day I thank god that I don't have to interact with them. I've seen the perpetual grimaces carved into the face of the marketing department. I've seen the looks of distant horror in their sunken, defeated eyes.

I would burn this factory to the ground, but my greatest fear is that I'll catch a glimpse of the sort of uninmaginable creature that would scavenge through the ashes of this godforsaken place.