Hot Magma.

Okay, so I swallowed some magma. About half a cup, I think. And it actually was an accident, though try explaining that to the hospital staff.

Personally, I need someone to explain this to me: a mosaic of pictures of Sean Connery pointing angrily, accompanied by a loop of him saying 'you're the man now, dog.'

On second thoughts, its charm lies in its inscrutibility; I suspect that if you stare at this website non-stop for four hours, you'll recieve some kind of spiritual epiphany.

Some kind.