So... is this an analogy for the battle to come to terms with one's sexual identity? I mean, holes, all girls, wanting to smooch your friend, a confession. Being wierd and feeling seperated from your peers. People uniting over an obssession with holes. While the most regular members pretend to not have an obssession with holes. Building of a machine to dig holes, with a worry about its battery life.
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It really all seems like a sexual analogy.