A fish rots from the head down.

Damn Johnson. Damn them all.

His real name was John Travanal Beads but he changed it to Dildo when he started acting.

But it’s all just a psychic trick to feed the parasite, which exerts greater control as it grows. Eventually, forsaken and alone, the host will feel compelled to return to the spider's home swampland, where the larvae will take full control and mutate the host’s flesh and bone into its adult form.

Bloated, fleshy, corpse-white spider things that lay eggs in the ear canal.

The psychic larvae feed on strong emotions so makes the host hallucinate to trigger such responses. Merchants will insult them, priests will damn them, and strangers threaten. Friends will abandon them and lovers mock them.

maybe this is a boomer take but not everything needs access to the internet. arguably most things are not improved by being online, including humans

I'm gathering karma by making my dogs their favourite dinner. That way I might avoid a hernia or sprained ankle before bed.

Star Trek 2: The Goon of Khan.

I loved that episode.

I still remember the TOS-DS9 crossover episode where they ask Worf why Klingons in the past have smooth foreheads. He shrugs and says “we don’t speak of that with outsiders,” and that’s that. Move on with the episode.