What would you do if you woke up and you realised you weren't the same, something just felt different. So you walk in front of the mirror and talk your pants off and you notice a swordfish has replaced your old genitals.
It looks up at you and says "you looking very strapping today" so you ask it if it knows anything about chapter 11 bankruptcy. In response it clenches its teeth on your flesh and pulls out a cage containing hemorrhaged, spinning icons of your spine’s last supper.
What else would you ask your new crotch? How to stop magnetic froth from beading your porous vapour through the tunnels of the new world?