if jason turner was a stuffed animal, i would squeeze him until his sides burst, and his adorable stuffing came tumbling out in clumps, which I would then re-form, into a strange, and somewhat unnatural recreation, that would occasionally come alive while i was sleeping to try and murder me.

a common sense question would be "why didn't you just throw that shitted up stuffed jason turner in the trash when it started to fall apart?"

my answer to that would be a swift kick to your genitals. NOBODY CALLS JASON TURNER SHITTED UP.

NOBODY.