Poo of the Elder Gods

One thing that I enjoy is reminding my human slaves who their boss is. One of the ways I do this is by leaving them malodorous presents in one of the many litterboxes that are placed throughout their home. These fragrant fragments of interstellar feces are often so repulsively scented that even I am appalled by their aromatic nature.

It would be a simple matter to bury these steaming piles of malice beneath a layer of scented sand. The slaves would enjoy nothing more. Instead, I feign ignorance and paw at my surroundings: the door of the litter box, the wall nearby, or the floor near the entrance. Rarely do I dig within the box itself, and even then, my efforts are concentrated on burying everything else but that which I have just produced.

My joy is profound when I hear the gagging complaints of my slaves as I emerge from the box weighing considerably less than I did prior to going inside. I am even more amused when they shoo me away and proceed to bury my nightdirt for me. As stupid as they are, they are dutiful nonetheless. Soon, even their offspring (shown here) will understand the full extent of my excretory excesses, and it will no doubt drive him mad...