I have an urge to track down every Tale concerning Trent's Anus and then consolidate them into a volume of stories and have them printed in a Leather bound book with gold trimings, a large word "TRENT" engraved on the front cover.
Then I'll put it on my bookshelf nestled in between My Shakespeare and H.G. Wells collections.
That way, when in 50 or so years I finally kick the bucket and my grandkids start rummaging through my stuff looking for shit to sell, they'll come accross the book of Trent.
And they will read it, and they will whisper the words "what the fuck".