Semi-translucent and pinched with dew, the body of the cybernetic hyper-frog slithered up to the peak of its mamelon crucifix, letting out a soft, synthetic ribbit from its malleable plastic jaws. Nearby, in terraqueous symbiosis, a potted plant made torture induced love to a racked and agonised lizard creature of a superior mutated pedigree.

I sifted through my enormous toolbox, each implement bought with the profits of my tenebrous insanity benefits, and proceeded gleefully to penetrate the skin of my left shoulder with a multifaceted hack-saw shaped like a quarter moon.

The claw extended two metres from my newly amputated appendage. I cackled in rapture and joined the lizard entity on its rack of passion. Something told me this was to be the longest of pleasures. The ejaculate of time ceased its eruptions as my flesh departed. Infinity lay beyond its boundaries; it was my only destination.