> You follow the stranger down the street, intent on using his compassion as an easy way to get a free meal and maybe a new hat.
> But as you stalk your prey, your eyes drift across his endlessly curled jewfro, his bulging Adam's apple, his velvet meadow of neck hair, his scrawny frame. At first you are repulsed by the sight of these comically absurd features, but before long your loins begin to quiver with hunger for his lush head-forest and stony neck bulge.
> Choking back your inhibitions, you approach the stranger and begin to describe a number of desires that could not be said around nuns or men of the cloth, but the stranger tenderly puts his finger on your lips to silence you.
> Without saying a word, you draw each other into a sweet embrace, and time freezes.
>
> GAME OVER
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