Have you ever felt the need to bust a grunter? You know, inflict divine punishment upon the sea monkeys? Make a deposit at the porcelain bank? Birth the food baby? Build a log cabin at the lake? Toss some bricks down the chimney? ...Take a massive, unholy shit? As in, a "You are prepared to give it an intimidating name because it is absolutely going to wreck you and there's nothing you can do about it", "Won't walk in a straight line for three days," "Oh God, what did I eat that caused this," demonic growler of a shit? The kind that'll have you running to the nearest toilet-shaped object to... express your concerns? Well, there's a man named Augustus Browning with some things to say about that...