There is a fucking train that has a bunch of shit on it and it runs perpetually throughout the world somehow. No one knows why there is a train carrying a shitload of shit, but it exists.*
Nobody has bothered investigating, especially not The Revengerists, even though it leaves a horrible reek in its wake. What? Do trains wake? Do they sleep? Do they even get drowsy? Who the fuck knows on this planet.
Beware. Debbie Harry would shudder at the thought of it; her blond, hypersexual hair-do would simply have no information in regards to personified locomotives.
- No reference to 'Blaine the Train' from S. KING, Gunslinger series c. 1985 whom fancies riddles, riders but primarily, death.