"Whether or not that's how worlds are created is an open debate, and one I'd be very interested in having, but one we'll table for later. Along with your intense and inexplicable vendetta against where I'm putting my dick and how, apparently?"

He can't wait to hear the 'logic' behind that one.

"There's obviously some correlation between narrative existence and worlds, just on a bare-minimum level. Story → world. I'm spitballing a hypothesis here, the testing of which will have to wait until I'm back in control... but my best guess is that each character is carrying a bit of their world through their narrative presence, the relevance of which lingers around them like a rank fart, mingling with the others' in a concentrated miasma of gaseous anal emissions, orchestrated by a deeply disturbed fetishist, possibly some kind of genuine sadist. Under this hypothesis, the interactions between individual relevant characters, introduced from outside for this explicit purpose, make up and sustain this world's 'story.' Thus making us, collectively, a kind of Frankenstein's monster--while the mind or minds behind the monstrous creation we convey with our existence is both unknown and at large."