The swaying hips entice him. Every dream he has at night turns him into mush. Every move they make kills him to dream land. It's like a bad addiction, he can't get enough. He can't tell them the truth. They think he's a creep, a loser, a stalker, maybe all three. He can never ever tell but when could he snap? Anytime. **Killing Stalking belongs rightfully to Koogi**