ITT: "Hey OP, I just found these two trypophobian aliens releasing frog spawn from their holes, they're all empty and the frog spawn just landed in your mouth. They have the consistency and temperature of watery, lukewarm mayonnaise and they taste like fermented pig's feet. a few days later you find you're growing the same holes and they itch like hell. you start picking them and digging only to find blood and a strange black, pus-like substance oozing from your wounds. Anything?" "Nah, I'd eat that all for breakfast" "Sure you would, you Raisin Bran guzzling phony."