The end of an odd year (NSFW)

It was like Botched told their surgical staff to lift her bed to make sure they were even. He climbed out of the crematory box. It was charred, and he was crispy. He had good sleep. His skin tasted like fried chicken. He didn't realize it was not a dream. It was a dream. Her butt was chicken. It started to sweat, or was that wax, or was that fat? His sleep was interrupted. She had chicken skin. Her skin was naked, turkey necked and goose bumped. It was white but seasoned with rosemary and honey baked. Butt so big, he lost his sense of smell. Then smell turned into smoke. Something was on fire! It smelled familiar. Her butt did not look so good anymore. His sweat was on fire. He needed a bath. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were sewn shut. Her breasts started to melt. It was a nightmare. He could see milk sweat from the tips. He could not tell if the crust of his eyes was mucus or glue. He could see the blue flame approach his feet through the dimly lit slits of his eyes. He was still in the box!