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You inspire me to write a book about someone who fetishizes poo... the problem is, coming up with an antagonist and an end goal.
An antagonist could be a concerned cabin owner, maybe, in the story, the poo-fetishist somehow discovers a man who owns a cabin, and the man with the cabin has a unique gut flora, maybe due to a disability or life-long disease, or something, anyways, the poo-connoisseur has sampled poo from around the world, yet, the one time he bathed in the septic tank of this one cabin, it was the most intense and uplifting poo experience he's ever had. So the poo-man, he retraces his steps, gets the address to the cabin he had the best poo-enjoyment from, and finds out the name of the guy who owns it and then stalks him.
He shows up at his work, waiting in the lobby of the building, hoping to catch the man heading to the bathroom. He does once, and then lingers in the stall to smell the sweet perfume, even after it is flushed.
He then comes up with a scheme to "award" the man with a "free trip" to a fishing lodge or something in Alaska, where the man wins a 7-day fishing trip(or something) where the only bathrooms are septic tanks. Poo-man then rejoices when the man accepts the trip, and then drops 7 days of dumps into the septic tank which poo-man enjoys.
But he's not done.
The poo is too good.
This is where I'm lost in this tale of brown-hued horror... what does the poo-man do next to collect 2 weeks of poo? 1 month? 1 year?
What trap can he build to collect the man's sweet butt logs?
And what do I title this novel?
"Beige Bonanza"
"The Excrement Fiend"
"Wretched Waste"
"Unholy Buttlogs"
"Decay’s Disciple"
"The Stench of Madness"
"Filth Frenzy"
"The Defecation Collector"
"Brown Terror"
"Sewer of Souls"
"Crap Connoisseur"
"Log Inspector"
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