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"Anus" is a colloquial term for the codan receptacle, an orifice which is necessary for proper development of programmer ability. The anus is very sensitive to suboptimal conditions, meaning you must be careful to take proper care of it to prevent sudden data corruption, or the destruction of the anus altogether. This procedure requires the treatment fluid described in the attached attached document, form hatch sign 42016.† If you are not able to procure sufficient quantities of the ingredients necessary, please unintelligible a supervisor.
To assemble a codan, we generally use the sharp jagged edge of a bottle broken off at the neck coated in several layers of pages from SICP. This gives the codan structural integrity while also allowing it to absorb a surplus of embalming fluid for use in the procedure. Diagram 14 will indicate appropriate settings on the fellatio burner for applying this type of coating
Since even the smallest amount of contamination can result in the codan sparking, spitting, or pulling out, you'll want to wear your safety goggles at all times. Naturally you should do this anyway, but a disappointingly sizeable minority of people feel like they don't have to adhere to the safety protocols that every one of you signed on your first day here. Keep in mind that the deceptive statistical unlikelihood of a life-threatening accident is just that--deceptive. The original formulation of Murphy's Law should be in chapter 2 of your field manuals, and you're expected to memorize it.
After completing all other pre-anusry setup, but before inserting the codan, take care to ensure that the proglodyte is in a stable and comfortable position, so as to avoid such disastrous consequences as having it pass out from exertion. Place your free hand gently on the buttock to help spread it open. The anus will react initially with a slight tensing, followed by relaxation as the codan eases in. An unusual response at this stage should be taken as a sign of insufficient ink application, and the procedure should be aborted. Otherwise, proceed with complete insertion up to the secondary fill line etched into the codan's surface. At this point the proglodyte should experience an intense yet pleasurable stinging sensation as the liquid epoxy literally melts the flesh of the anus and permanently destroys all the nerve endings in the most painful way imaginable.
Once insertion is complete, proceed with vendor lock-in by depressing lever B of the codan, thus allowing it to rotate about a quarter turn clockwise. When the anus looks sufficiently puckered, pull the codan back out until the fastener catches on the tender and vomit-inducing inside lip of the anus. The tertiary fill line (if present) should once again be visible. Allow lever B to return to its neutral position, securing the codan in place, and depress lever A momentarily to initiate satori transfer. For the duration of the transfer, the proglodyte's increases in programming ability will be indicated by an extra set of shark mouth tattoos appearing spontaneously around the nipples, as well as multiple sets of glowing red eyes on the ends of stalks sprouting out of the nose in place of nose hairs. Completion of the transfer is indicated by the proglodyte swallowing its own feet and entering an infinite loop. As a courtesy to others, please immediately disconnect the codan to avoid turning into Heath Ledger with dyed spiceberry facial hair.
Richard Stallman stepped out into the room. We all screamed and giggled. I yelled "Richard! Richard! I love you Richard!" as I pushed my way to the front of the crowd. I held out my signed Gentoo liveCD and a felt tipped pen and begged Stallman to sign it. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "What's your name?" he asked me. I choked. I couldn't say anything, I was so nervous! I opened my mouth to try to say something but I suddenly projectile vomited all over rms, covering him in half-digested white castle chicken rings. "I'm so sorry Mr. Stallman!" I said, on the verge of tears. "Don't worry about it, why don't you come back to my dressing room and help me get cleaned up?" It was a dream come true. "Of course I will, Mr. Stallman " I said. He led me back to his room and shut the door behind us. "So you didn't tell me your name yet," said rms. "Oh! I forgot! My name is Madeline!" I stammered. "Madeline, that's a very pretty name," said rms. I blushed bright red. "Would you like to help me change out of these clothes Madeline?" I dropped my Gentoo CD on the floor. I must have been dreaming, I thought. "Of course..."
I began to take off his stunning white leisure suit. I took off his coat jacket, then the floral collared shirt underneath it. I was face to face with Stallman's chiseled abs. He was covered in a thick black hair, the kind that you would find on a feral cat. He smelled distinctly of bear urine. "Have you ever been with an older man before?" he whispered softly.
I shook my head no. "Lick me," he said. I complied. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick his sweaty chest. It tasted like if you wiped your ass with a piece of salmon and then covered it in burnt hair. I was in heaven. I licked my way up to his left nipple, then his right nipple, then another nipple that was a few inches left of his right nipple. "Don't mind that," he whispered softly, "that's just my third nipple." By now he had a furious erection that stood out from his pants. "Let's go over to the couch," he said. "Okay..."
This was the moment I had been waiting for. Stallman lay prone on the couch, shivering softly. I began to unbutton his button fly. I slid his erection out from his underwear. It was immaculate. It looked like a burnt hot dog, all shriveled and blackened. His balls hung languidly bellow it, the scrotum covered in some sort of genital fungus. I noticed his peehole was located on the side of his penis, about two inches from the head. "Don't mind that, it's just my hypospadia." I began to suck. I don't know how long I sucked for, a minute, thirty seconds, ten seconds, seven seconds. It felt like a lifetime. It was pure bliss. Suddenly, he came in my mouth. I was surprised by it, and began choking. I fell backwards, splashing his golden yellow semen into my eyes.
I was blinded and choking on the floor. I couldn't breathe. Stallman began to hit me in the stomach with a bowling pin, hoping to dislodge the semen from my throat. He missed though and struck me in the back of the skull, dislodging my spinal cord and sending me into a coma. Stallman did the only honorable thing to do and stuffed me inside of a garbage bag and, thinking I was dead, throw me off of a bridge into the river. I eventually became entangled in a lobster pot and was brought ashore by a kindly fisherman. I'm a quadriplegic now and I no longer have any feeling from the neck down. But while my ability to function as a normal human being may be gone, the memories of that magical night will last for ever.