My Dear Companion, This Imagery Has Left Me Using My Vocal Cords In Such A Way That It Is Considered "Laughter" or the Noise one Makes when they Express Pleasure Toward Something. This Has Made My Day Truly Euphoric.
POV: It's 1920 and you come back from thy lavatories and bro says "check thy typewriter" and it appears the word buttocks is written upon thy parchment
