Disclaimer: Make sure you've fully digested your meal before even considering prying open the lid on this grotesque little pandora's box. The dude photographed penning this disturbed literary shit stain at the very least has a serious set of stones (or is completely out of touch with reality) for proceeding to write this on a damn plane. If the goal was to 'fly under the radar' you failed and then some, man.
Hell, maybe he was hustling trying to make deadline. I couldn't care less. No matter how you frame it, this one's been seven kinds of messed up since he sat down to write the sick puppy in the first place. The best ending possible to that story lies somewhere at the bottom of the Pacific.