When Todd emerges from upstairs tonight he finds that, once again, he has once more become the
fascist cowboy of yesterday - dildo and all. This fact alone doesn't please him.
What pleases him even less is that he's totally covered in blood. Not like he's been injured, either. His cowboy clothes are spattered, his face is splashed, and his hands are coated in red. He stares at himself in wide-eyed amazement, momentarily frozen to the spot. But hey, Halloween's a gooshy holiday, right...?