Poopland

You order food. It doesn't really matter what you ordered, as everything at Burger King tastes the same. You wait at the counter, staring into the souls of the workers until your food is handed to you sheepishly by the lady at the counter. You snatch it with your filthy, Poop Covered Hands and return to your table. Upon returning to your table, you find that you had already ordered food. "Oh well" you think to yourself
Your butthole begins to rash from the poop still located within your buttocks