the entire movie takes place in a spooky blue asylum that is located at the bottom of the world's deepest chasm.
guests and homeless people live up in the attic, which is run by
Moshe the Cruel. Moshe takes perverse delight in whipping the mumbling crowd into a fervor with whispered talk of GODS, NIGHTMARES and DESTRUCTION. the crowd, which was once only a few lost souls has become a screaming mass bodies that writhes in time to the cadence of Moshe's cannibal-skull drums. all await
the promised response to their prayers.
below the attic lies The Crawlspace. a dimension within it's own, The Crawlspace emits a toxic drone that draws the lurking robotic spiders into a trap; a trap from which not one escapes. hardcore donkey porn lines both the floor and the ceiling. deep inside the spunk of 1,000 years, Chabib sits upon a miniature gilded throne. bones litter his hairy Hobbit feet.
the remaining floors know no true master.
the second floor, once a shining library that served as a repository of all the brightest thoughts and dreams of humanity, has been converted into a goose-atorium. geese from around the world flock to it's wonder. fountains spouting purple kool-aid shower the geese, who collapse from the throes of their grape-flavored orgasms. stroking each other's wings tenderly, the geese pair off for the ritualized exchange of mating calls. everything happens backwards. lonely geese who find no mate wander upstairs, only to taste the teeth of Moshe the Cruel's barb.
the ground floor is actually the basement. a door from above allows entry for those who are afraid of god. the only the light that shines come from the sporadic flash of a butane lighter. tiny glass vials of used-up drugs and condoms litter the floor (along with a misplaced grocery list). the dung from the geese above often seeps through the cracks in the ceiling, causing a horrid stench. it's the only floor in the entire asylum that allows smoking, so the sunken-eyed freaks abide. disembodied glowing red eyes fly about the room. although they never truly harm anyone, the chilling groans often precipitate the sound of breaking glass. psychotropic medication flies from the broken candy-dish.
"SHOOOOOOOOWW MEEEEEEE KIIIIIIIIIMMMM'S PANNNNNNNNTTiEEEEEES" the very walls cry.
val-holla-ing? do I win a stuffed horse's head?
