My friend and i were discussing Trent's height, and I mentioned he was turning 30, and Alicia said, "He's shrinking! He's falling apart in old age!" or some such shit. Anyway, it spiralled into Trent getting "closer to dirt" ("i wonder if his bones hurt/he's getting closer to dirt") and, since he was getting even more intimate with the insects crawling all over the ground, this:

buggy

hey bug
yeah you
hey bug buggy bug bug bug
i'm gonna step on you
your crushed remains are brown and red
i smushed you hard i bet you're dead
hey little buggy, you're stuck to my shoe

nothing can stop me now
i don't buy raid anymore
nothing can stop me now
i use my boots...

hey bugs
your crawly life isn't worth a damn
hey bugs
anthill destruction is first on my plan
i'll turn your home into a lake
getting my hose, you'll drown in my wake

nothing can stop me now
i don't buy raid anymore
nothing can stop me now
i use my boots

beetles can't stop me now
spiders can't stop me now
hornets can't stop me now
insects can't stop me
drangonflies can't stop me now
butterflies can't stop me now
fireflies can't stop me now
nothing can stop me now

-- majenta (goddess of the void)

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