He gazed into the mirror at the gargantuan blemish. It was right in the center of the forehead; a pulsating third eye, staring back into his soul, and, at an inch across, the largest pimple he had ever seen, let alone had. He grasped it between his two pointer fingers. He could smell the fetid pus, feel it sloshing around inside of his face.

With a grunt, he squeezed. Nothing. He squeezed again, nothing. A third time, with two fingers on each hand, and out came a small river of dirt, yellowing from contact with the air. Another squeeze. More goo eminated from the beacon; another push, more pus. Then, with four fingers on each hand he squeezed, pushing ever tighter - A coil of white ooze collected on his fingertips.

He pushed even harder; the cream was turning red. For a second, a block up, then hard, white chunks came out, yet harder and harder he pushed. Out came fragments of his skull, his two eyes, his nose. Out came both his ears, then his brain, heaped up on the sink like a plate of spaghetti. Then came his spinal cord, the rest of his skull, then one by one his vertebrae exited the hole. He wouldn't stop squeezing; following his spine were his ribs and pelvis, the rest of his skeleton; his blood vessels, hooked on a piece of exposed bone, came next and blood began pouring out of the aperture. His esophagus, stomach, and feet upon feet of intestine followed and spewed out of the hole, until after minutes and minutes of squeezing his heart and lungs escaped the opening.

He would not stop squeezing; tiles began shooting out of the hole, and floorboards... Toothbrushes, pipes, glass windows came next. His appliances shot out of the hole, then pieces of the roof, the concrete foundation; his entire house, and soon the very land his home had stood on shot out. Mud and dirt from the surrounding property was sucked under and then blasted from the pimple until the surrounding houses were all engulfed and spat out. The entire town and surrounding villages were not spared from the destruction, and it wasn't long until the entire state had been eaten and regurgitated, but he still would not stop squeezing. Lava from the center of the earth was cooled by the ocean waters and frozen columns of solidified rock rose ever higher; thin strands of what was once earth lay like pickup sticks in the sky.

Ignoring the cries of the asphyxiating people, he still squeezed with all his strength. The moon stretched and stretched, its gravity trying to fight the force of the pimple, but it too was sucked in and spewed out. The planets began to rumble and the sun began to tilt; everything shook and pulsated until the entire solar system gave in. Harder he squeezed, harder. Proxima and Alpha Centauri felt the pull suddenly and spiraled, still orbiting each other, into the hole. The surrounding stars and soon the entire galaxy lay victim to the pimple's pull - the force had even caused some to nova as they were sucked up - the pimple was now an enormous and brilliant light of what once was. Andromeda, speeding towards the entity, was no match for its destructive force and was effortlessly drawn into it. Further galaxies could not resist the force themselves and were dragged in behind, leaving bright trails of gas as they sped along. After a few minutes of squeezing, The outer limits of the universe came rocketing in; even the expansion of the walls of the universe couldn't stop from being sucked in and spaghettified out.

He peered at the black hole and resulting quasar.

"Damn. I should wash my face more often."