Booty-licious masked men hiding in the corners of my basement, ready to be cooked, deep fried, seasoned, cut into slices and ready to eat with the proper utensils with a napkin over ur lap to avoid making a mess. Don't play with your food, Child. Else I might take away that crusty musty tablet off your hands to make you stop reading those cringy fanfics you like so dearly on Wattpad.