I got a maggot in the post.
It was dead.
So I put it in my bedside cabinet.
Next thing I know, my wife's thrashing around in bed and I wind up pulling loads of the little fuckers out of the bedclothes and flinging them against the wall, where they splatter. Then I open up the cupboard and the dead maggot has been resurrected and dances around in the pores of my mutant baby's skin, getting bigger all the time, then...
...oh wait, that wasn't me, it was Henry from Eraserhead.
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So I put it in my bedside cabinet.
Next thing I know, my wife's thrashing around in bed and I wind up pulling loads of the little fuckers out of the bedclothes and flinging them against the wall, where they splatter. Then I open up the cupboard and the dead maggot has been resurrected and dances around in the pores of my mutant baby's skin, getting bigger all the time, then...
...oh wait, that wasn't me, it was Henry from Eraserhead.