Scabs and pimples.

Originally Posted by YeOldeButchere

Skin problems are a boon. I pick at those things until they get tired of being constantly harassed. Seriously. There is nothing I enjoy more than exploding a pimple through overpressure and causing it to cover my bathroom mirror with puss. I imagine the whole scene in the pimple to be something like this:

"We're under attack!"
"What?"
"Someone's pressing on us. Hard."
"Begin plan "cause horrible pain as soon as something touches us"!"
"It's failling! Pressure keeps increasing! Our host doesn't seem to care, he's willing to do anything to get rid of us!"
"Engage emergency procedure, make popping noise so the host thinks we're destroying his cells or some shit!"
"It's not working! Rupture of outside barrier imminent!"
"Oh god, it's the end!"
PLORSTSCH! (That's supposed to be a pimple exploding and spewing puss everywhere)

Oh yeah, I love that. Don't get me started about that thing on my neck.

You know, I often imagine that kind of conversation when destroying my pimples too. Most often its because I find that if I leave the pimple alone it tends to hurt more than just popping it and cleaning the place up afterwards. Scabs I try to leave alone at all costs, but every now and then when they start to itch I don't pay attention to it and I accidentally scratch them off. Blisters I will not touch while they still have fluid, but once the fluid disappears and leaves behind this mass of dead skin cells I have a tendency to pick on it and remove it.

Jam it back in, in the dark.