As the flames burn off most of my extremities and engulf my torso, I scream in agony. My cries are heard throughout the lands, and sympathetic to my pain, a labor of moles digs a tunnel from the basement to a nearby river to keep to douse the flames and wash me out of the basement.

As a result of the empty river, >>98, residing in a village downstream, is unable to find any fluid to clear his digestive system of its extreme constipation.