The Categorical Bog. I had another nightmare about the Categorical Bog, where I am from, the swamp that gave birth to me. I was trying to escape pirates whose ships were really houses, and I found that the only way to escape them was through the Categorical Bog; for they surely would not follow. I grew terrified, looking through the door that led to the Categorical Bog; and then the noxious gasses from the bog started to melt my skin, and I found myself begging the pirates for the antidote to the gasses, little green capsules they had taken. The Categorical Bog. It could kill 20 million people and it wouldn't even make the paper.