"I must adjourn to the lavatory," I thought sagaciously as my stomach gently bellowed its distress, "for I fear the harrowing quality of the author's missive has upset my constitution and given me the vomiting diarrhea," I finished knowingly, my bowel sagely and brutally asserting its assent.

Is it sad that I do that for fun sometimes? Like, if the plot is objectively awful and/or insane, and I'm not super invested in the characters, I'll just read drivel like this and laugh and laugh.