A vaguely middle aged hole retreating into predictable and comfortable insignificance. It deposits its tainted coils onto rusted grill grates with the hopes and dreams of their entire subdivision. It too will consume the waste generated, in an effort to cherish the dwindling flavor of creation one last time. Eventually it will no longer shit. Losing its purpose entirely. Existing as a barren wound until dying of natural causes.
It is one of five total butthole gods that exist in your hometown.