Disgusting slug!

(Pounding Ursulah's blockhead into the edge of the stage- she secretes a viscid inky sludge all over the dance floor, then reaches behind me with two of those ugly back sucker arms, managing to clutch my throat, while a third tentacle-encrusted appendage slaps me hard on the backside- . - . - . repeatedly)


Ahhhhh, what you don't know, you hideous thing, is that maneuver only means playtime for a lady like me.