Over hè
On a cloudy moon
Another season
Another reason
For making me breathe
A lot of shoes, a lot of grass.
The broom is nervous, he answers twice.
It's really killin' that he's so willin' to make whoopee.
Hm?
Oh, well, well, well. Look at this lounge lizard.
Hm, he's still breathin'.
He hasn't taken the big sleep yet.
Just knocked out.
Heh heh heh. Good.
Well, I don't get an opportunity like this often.
Let's get you inside.
Well, look who's finally awake.
Hm?
What am I?
Well, I'm not a genie, that's for damn sure.
Heh heh heh.
No, I am not one thing, but two.
I'm a siren, hence the tail.
And a succubus, hence the horns.
Now the question is, what are you?
A tourist, hm? On a cruise?
Heh heh heh.
You got so hopped up on hooch, you got in a lifeboat and went overboard?
That's the goofiest thing I've heard in a century.
What, it is funny.
Who am I and what do I want?
Well, aren't you a bruno?
I am Margaret Memery, but most fellas call me Midge.
And what I want is your nice, warm spunk.
Well, because I'm starvin', a gal can't live off a fish alone.
And meat keeps me satisfied for a few hours to a day the most.
But cum, it keeps me full for weeks.
Makes me stronger.
Might even give me enough energy to use my magic and grossing gams.
So either you feed me with your throbbing rod.
Or I could eat you alive and leave your bones for the sharks.
Good lad.
Now lay back and let me deal with this.
So hard and big.
Look at those bones.
I'm almost gonna get a feast.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
I can feel my power getting stronger.
Kill you?
No, no.
I think I'll keep you here until I get enough magic to get out of this cave and finally get back on land.
Don't worry.
As soon as my gams go back, you'll be the first to make whoopee with me.
Now get some rest.
I'll be wanting more soon.
Mmm, mmm.