A green abyss. The man whispers. No answer. Suddenly, the sound of a thousand demonic dancing dildos emerges. Prancing in a harmonious hurry from the highlands of the East. The mans body shimmers as he tries to franticly frolic into a nearby formation of ferns. Fuck. He says, swiping at the savage sizzling sausage gnawing on his slippery sunken smooth operating nipple skin. Just picture a harmonious herd of prancing dildos for a second. Holy sweet demon. Get your nipples inside this hoodie. Now.