Sexual battery. That's what he did. That's what he is. This particular sexual battery has begun to corrode. His juices are starting to seep out and you can smell that metallic tang of chemicals gone sour. He leaves wet footprints behind that crackle in the dark. Shake his hand and you get an electric shock worse than any joy buzzer. It burns your arm off.

Large, leathery ears like the wings of a dragon jut from his head. If he opened his mouth, his teeth would be sharpened nubs. He's got the cold, hungry eyes of an underfed alligator.

This man sells coffins to school children.

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Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003.