I kid you not, my dear reader; this right here is PEAK FICTION. An anthem of raw, unrestrained and unlimited lunacy. A concentration of such a massive amount of nonsensical energy that would bring even the sanest man alive to a state of inescabable confusion. It will make you reject every sense of reason you might have within yourself and accept CHAOS as the only absolute constant in existence. Even if you still dare to be skeptical enough to try and grasp any greater purpose that may lay outside it's apparent lack of logical meaning, it would be a worthless effort. For even if such ameaning truly exists, it is probably far beyond the understanding of our limited consciousness. Don't fight against it, accept.

There is no punchline.

There is no twist.

There is only...

Po.