Jeff heads out to the dank outhouse a few hundred feet from the cabin. The smell is just horrible. He actually now has the urge to purge. He sits down on the dirty seat and his large ass covers most of the small area. Before he can squeeze one out - he feels an awful sting.
Akwardly trying to stand up with his sweatpants around his ankles, he reaches back and pulls something pretty large off of his ass cheek. "What the fuck?" He pulls up his sweats and steps out in the light to take a better look. It was some freakish thing he had never seen before in his entire life. Looked like it was between a rat and a snake with wings. It was obviously dead, so he threw it in the woods and went back to take his shit and piss.
In the back of his head, he was hoping frantically that it wasn't poisonous, because the plane won't be back for seven whole days.
He tries to relax again and takes a seat back on the pot. He drops a foul smelling log. Jeff's head begins pounding and the shitter seems like it is shrinking. He is getting extremely claustrophobic. He attempts to leave the outhouse and run back to the cabin, but is jammed in too tightly. Jeff hits his head on the top of the ceiling.
Should he holler for Ken, or try and sit back down and relax - maybe he's just hallucinating from the bug bite.
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