with leather gloves donning his lanky features; he’s ghastly, eerie, but gives off a sort of sexual energy you haven’t felt in your entire life. Swiftly, the man approaches you, and you notice the hairs drop from his scalp in clumps as his skull transforms to something rather phallic. Then he pulls you close, gingerly caressing your thin shoulders, and the man, now wearing an erotic cap over his chiseled features. Then, he strokes your cheeks softly, with a smile that gave off a blinding, lurid light. He whispers, “Bup! I’m Toad!” and you know everything will be alright.
