From Zero to Vomit in Six Minutes

I always consider my relatively iron stomach to be a byproduct of top-notch German eugenics. I'm the guy who can eat chicken tartar at a "questionable" "Chinese" "food" restaurant and be the only one in my team who a) doesn't get sick, b) doesn't stay home the next day and c) suggests we dine there again. Nonetheless, I was about six minutes into Periods, the latest Pseudopod story, when I was ready to barf.

So help me, I actually got through the whole thing, but damn. Damn.