In my dream Todd Howard was a huge
Golem made of discorporate fat mothers
Them and their hands on their pearls
They mewled and bubbled under his mortarskin like
Traitors frozen in Cocytus
Just working despite

West Virginia got flatter as Howard devoured
Ancient, inadequate Appalachia
Hanging down from almost heaven he
Hooked mountaintops into his mountaindew mouth

Lucky nobody was there but me and
I was just having a dream