Ladies and Gentlemen. Children of all ages. -

Ever had a dream where you're in a dress in the middle of a mob of people with pitchforks and torches and one of them has shaving cream dripping off his face. One yells "Charge!" then they all come at you. You yell like a little girl and run into the abandoned mill where old man Peters happens to be waiting. He starts fondling you but doesn't realize you are just a little boy in drag, just mistakes you for a flat-chested girl. Staring at his toothless mouth as his gums spit out the words "Come to daddy." ring in your ears, your eyes dart and you manage to see a way to escape. Then you scream and run up the stairs, jump on one of the mill's fans, then the villagers see up your dress, laugh, and leave you alone but you're still hanging on to dear life. Then your grip slips and as you plummet to death a griffin emerges from out of nowhere, grabs you by the talons, then tears away at your dress, ripping it to shreds with its beak and beating you with its wings. And as you continue on your journey to the ground you think "I knew I should've gotten the red dress."