Jopplin, the precocious zoologist from the short story on the back of the bathroom magazine, leaps off the page. He broke through the prose, and is well on his way to leaving the bathroom. “I’m free!” he shouts, “I’m free!”
“This is what it feels like, this is what it’s like to be alive!” He zips across the open field, tearing off every bit of clothing he has. It’s raining, which heightens his foaming fervor.
“Rain! This is rain! No more descriptions, no more approximations, this is it!” he chortles.
The bolt of lightning caught him a tad off guard.