Keffals is in a secret tunnel below the outhouse, via an entrance where you have to fully insert a silicone fire hydrant in order to enter. It takes something away from you, chiefly your anal elasticity, to set foot within. Tread there, and well... stare into the keffals and the keffals stares into you. He's never going to win, both of you will lose.
Contrast this to my boy Fat Rick. Pure milk, baby. Sweet bleating loudly-denying-it-all faggoty milk. He's the fancy-dancy magic-prancy to put your money on.