Two men died by swallowing bats that grew in their
intestines as in caves. Every morning, the butlers would
collect the guano, and ship it to the Third World where it
was used as a popular fertilizer. As they raked the tunnels
of the stomach, they heard the batwings rustle in the
darkness and wished that they, too, had echolocation.

Here, then, is the difference between these two men. One is
perfectly echolocated, his proud ears prickle at the scent
of a female, and when he walks there is no rustle. In
conversation, he is present and attractive. The other man is
more like a cliff, in that the wind pulls down his rocks and
branches, and they patter their way down to the ocean.
Eventually both men were pulled all the way down, and were
swallowed by waves. The bats did not escape, for this
happened during the day, and they were all asleep.

I ride my bike along cliffs to reach my girlfriend's cabin.
It's a rough trail, and I often imagine falling to my death.
When I get there, I bury my face in her vagina and shriek.
The frequency and curve of the echoes tell me all I need to
know about her structure. As for her, she is Deaf, and only
loves tending her garden. My job is to supply her with
fertilizer.

Do you see now? I sleep up-side down, and digest right-side
up.