I was kennfusion. I wanted to sit in the bath and use my laptop to write loose_joints a letter about my analysis of literature. However, as soon as I got in the bath and got the laptop out, a hideous monster from the works of H.R. Giger appeared, floating above me.
It was, in fact, Giger himself. He explained that this was his Spirit Form. “I have something I need you to do,”, he said. “It won’t be that hard, don’t be a baby; the guy is already half tied up.”