Ugly Bags Of Mostly Water
The Queue: My complex flesh cage is collapsing
In the middle of worrying about all these small furry children I surround myself with, my own meat sack is also degrading, which is troublesome. This bone and gristle apparatus I pilot is really not maintained well at all.
This is the Queue. I hope your wet, squelchy sacks of organic compounds in elaborate arrangements are holding up better than mine is.