Because they're evil, and they like to snicker to themselves that the Big Bang actually refers what happens to your brain sometime around the end of June/beginning of July.

Previous to this monster, my longest story was just a little shy of 40K, so I figured that would be the most difficult part. I think this is probably the first thing I've written where I've wanted it to be torn to itty bitty pieces on the sole purpose that I've developed a little bit of a grudge. I want my brain back!