From a field report, highlighting one of the may confrontations between Evil and Anus:
It's the middle of the night outside of Berlin. Dr. Goebbels sleeps fitfully, as if he knows something mean is lurking in the woods outside. The window of his picturesque little cabin is open, nothing but the cold night air moving through. A strong breeze beats through the forrest, trees creaking. The man moving through the cloudy night casts no shadows, makes no noise. Minutes later, he's through the window and inside. No lubrication, just two strong arms and one very long glove.
When it's all over, the man vanishes into the night. A note is left on the floor: You just got served. - The U.S. Proctological Corps