"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."
Two rotund twins. Down the deep, dark, porcelain rabbit hole they go! What wasteful adventures await them?
With a nice, dark hazelnut hue (not to mention the nuts clearly visible in the body of the bowel movement itself. It's always nice when the spawn is characterized with a rich assortment of hints and clues as to its composition and origin boli) and substantial structure, these fraternal fecals exhibit the sort of whimsy found in Charles Dodgson's two, twin, turdry tales of fantasy.
Notice the clean segmentation (though the image is a bit blurry). A quality poop, it is chock full of the characteristics one would desire in droppings.
One pill makes you larger /
And one pill makes you small
If they made a crap flavored coffee this is the sort of thing we would be looking for. We would want it to taste like this poop here, because this poop here looks like what a good-tasting poop would look like, if poop ever tasted good. I have never tasted poop though, and the smell leads me to believe it would not, in fact, taste good.
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What I ate, the reagents of this fine shit: a jabberwocky burger, magic mushroom stuffed roast rabbit, smoked hare, caterpillar, and tea. Evidence of these foodstuffs can be found in the coloration, clear white, and off-color bits.
After all, isn't the toilet, with it's placid, mirroring and distorting waters, a looking glass of sorts?
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