[WHAT'S THAT? IT'S A SOMEWHAT CREEPY-LOOKING BLUE-HAIRED GUY IN FETISH GEAR, A WHIP CLUTCHED IN HIS HAND, SUDDENLY TUMBLING OUT OF THE BUSHES AND GLANCING AROUND LIKE HE EXPECTS TO BE JUMPED BY SOMETHING WITH HUGE, SHARP TEETH AT ANY SECOND. NEEDLESS TO SAY, SPARKLES ARE THE LAST THING HE'S EXPECTING.]