You gotta know your audience. Maybe the spherical demon in the well likes animal costumes. You don't ask why, you just fucking put that shit on and start barking or mooing or whatever.
Maybe that ghost girl wants to step on your balls? Harden up nancy, testicles aren't that fragile. Maybe the big four legged demon likes to eat poop fresh from the fudge factory? Don't let me hear you judging, just drop trou and fire up the ol' chocolate soft serve dispenser.
That's the world we live in today bucko. Doggy dog, diamond dozen, another day another baller. If you don't like it please cry into this gadget strapped to my arm, I Kickstarted it and it converts the salt in human tears into electricity to charge my phone.
