Kentry snatched the last page of his manuscript from the typewriter and read the last line, "They laughed and laughed..." out loud to his cat, Kewl Mom. Kewl Mom meowed from her perch on the litterbox, then sniffed the turd she just laid. "Well, if it's good enough for the cat, it's good enough for Harper Collins!" and with that, Kentry neatly stuffed his manuscript in a big envelope and set out on his bike to the post office.

The line at the post office was long. Behind him was local homeless celebrity, Judge V., who was rumored to live in the woods in a hut made entirely of Harris-Walz signs. He had a box to mail. When Kentry asked what was in the box, Judge V. only laughed. Many of the people in line he recognized as his fellow townsfolk, including Tasha MacIntasha, a successful and wealthy business woman who turned her hobby of floor shitting into a lucrative Only Fans gig. But in front of him was a man dressed in women's clothes whom Kentry did not recognize. He had a big old zit on the back of his neck, and Kentry mentally made a note of it and decided to call the man B.O.Z. The mysterious B.O.Z. character was mailing a long box roughly the length and width of a man. From the awkward way B.O.Z. was carrying the box, it looked as if it weighed as much as a man.

Kentry, always looking to make new friends, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Hello, I haven't seen you around these parts. My name is Kentry. I'm mailing my novel manuscript to a fancy publisher. I'm going to be a famous writer. What are you mailing?"

B.O.Z. grunted and scowled before answering Kentry's question with a "Fuck you!" Then he turned around. Kentry was stunned that someone could be so mean to him on a forum, oops, I mean line at the post office.

Kentry decided to speak no further, but kept his eyes fixed on the box. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard a sound coming from it.