I hope Lister almost dies an embarrassing death of tripping on dog shit only to land, face first, in a pile of horse shit. Bonk his head too hard in the pile, pass out, almost drown in it. Have a big group of people find him, save him, and have to suffer from minor brain damage and hella pink eye. Then after a month of everyone starting to forget and seemingly return to normal the exact same scenario happens again. The rumors get spread that he must love scat and his reputation be ruined and women (or if he's gay, men) can't stand him. No one wants be near him, the lovely lady from the start of the story won't even touch his cheeks. Cause he must love shit.
I hope Lister almost dies an embarrassing death of tripping on dog shit only to land, face first, in a pile of horse shit. Bonk his head too hard in the pile, pass out, almost drown in it. Have a big group of people find him, save him, and have to suffer from minor brain damage and hella pink eye. Then after a month of everyone starting to forget and seemingly return to normal the exact same scenario happens again. The rumors get spread that he must love scat and his reputation be ruined and women (or if he's gay, men) can't stand him. No one wants be near him, the lovely lady from the start of the story won't even touch his cheeks. Cause he must love shit.