the air is cool, damp with the muggy beginnings of spring; piles of dirty snow litter the sidewalks, not quite done melting. Warm but harsh street lamps light the empty road and the fronts of suburban houses. And a giant fuckmothering moth lands on one of them
his tight furry ass glowed in the moonlight as he was slowly walking to the doors ,holding flowers for his sweetheart
he holds them with his foot talons, unfortunately dragging them across the ground as he walks. He knocks on the door by banging his head against it.
he waits for a good five minutes and decides to bash his head through the door and screeches like a barn owl
he then proceeds to wiggle through that hole like a sausage, into the house, where he begins his search for his love
he finds that she is not home and realizes how early he is so decides to start dinner so he pull the Russian man out of the cage in the basement
he drags the man upstairs by half flying, half smashing into walls. He drops the unfortunate man, who