Media of Unknown Origin

Though most surfaces of this paper bag are burned away, one intact
face bears legible text. The text reads:

Our lives are spent drowning in a boundless run-on sentence of
meaninglessness punctuated by occasionally getting to help an
animal achieve orgasm, just like this sub is a boundless train
delivering flavor to your taste buds punctuated occasionally by
our artisan pickles. We know that you know what it's like to drink
half a bottle of whiskey while texting your friends and then roll
around on the carpet getting licked on the face by Fido with your
belt undone and your pants halfway off, and being obsessed with
the way his whiskers feel against your cheeks and nose and
eyelids, and we want it to be our job to give you that same
feeling in the form of a sandwich. Jason's House doesn't just give
you bread with toppings: we understand that you need to be bred,
and we're here to help. This might look like a sandwich, but it's
something more, it's bestiality. Jason's House: Fuck Dogs.