"You still havent told me what Im looking for."
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say,
Laney, anything that might be of interest to Slitscans audience. Which is
best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry
organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to
imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled
potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the
outskirts of Topeka. Its covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The
sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney,
no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and
infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by
voting in presidential elections."