Ah Mr Bateman, what a feculent imagination you have. Actually, screw the Mister, after being so thoroughly ruined by the misadventures of Morticia and co, I reckon I've earned first name terms.
So, Otis. What the hell man?! I may be late to this particular party, but I'm still going to have my say. Taking an infamous internet legend, then coupling it to enough pop culture references to overspill an abbatoir, making The Goddam Bighead a sympathetic hero, and blending in Patrick Bateman, Kim (Yeah, that was a cool reference ya massive horror nerd) White and holy crap did you really go there and make Lux... Freaking Lux!... a character? And all this in service to what? A twisted trilogy of ever escalating debauchery, gore, sex and general nasty shenanigans that even Lloyd Kaufman might draw the line at?
How dare you? How bloody dare you not only attempt something so audacious, but then pull it off perfectly with as many laughs as there are toe curling winces and vomity hiccups, maybe even a "Dear God no..." or two.
Bravo, the bar has been raised and reset for gross out despicability (probably not actually a word), and the Maggot Girl trilogy is a masterpiece. Fellow gore hounds, extemophiles and assorted sickos, get it in your eyes!