Mr. Bungle goes to Kashmir on any given Judgment day
Mr. Bungle is quite an ass. He wipes it.
As he flushes, the whirling water reminds him of that movie where a naked woman is slain in the shower.
It doesn't matter. The toilet paper is white.
He leaves his rented home dressed up as an old lady with a tiny knife in her wallet and constantly thinking: got to find a bigger one!
Strolling around the sidewalk, he notices a young girl who resembles the white-haired girl who he threw over a church tower which was… white.
He dresses up like a private-eye and follows her to Kashmir.
Maybe there he will be able to find some peace, the slain naked woman, the fallen whitehaired girl, to stop viewing Alfred's movies so many times and finally learn how to waltz.
"(...) let the sun beat down upon my face/ Stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space/ To be where I have been (...)"2
Besides his rented home and toilet, at the sanitarium, Mr. Bungle didn't travel that much.