Nighttime. Midnightish. A man stumbles out of a bar. Drunk, and barely able to walk, he mumbles the night's conversations as he leaves the establishment. Looking about, he spots a out-of-place sign left just outside the alleyway beside the bar.

"Wha...Girls? Hm. Hee...heh, Girls..."

The sign directs him into the alley, with promises that he'll find "Girls" if he follows. The man, drunk and horny as all getout, fumbles his way into the dark alley. He continues on, spots another sign that directs him to the "Girls" around a bend in the alleyway. He continues, giggling softly, encountering two more signs along the way, until finally he reaches what must be the last one. Rather than pointing left or right or straight, it points up into a ladder leading into a small shack hastily contructed on someone's fire escape. A small, window betrays a faint light and dance music playing within.

The man begins to chuckle again, amused that he's finally reached his objective and the end, and climbs up the ladder. He pushes open a trapdoor overhead, leading into the shack. He peeks his head inside, smiling broadly. Then he frowns.

"Where're the girls?"

From just ahead his field of vision, a hand is raised. Level to the man's head, it's thumb and forefinger bend until it forms what looks like a backwards letter "C". The man's eyes open wider. Then the owner of the hand spoke, pinching his fingers together as he did:

"I'm CRUSHING YOUR HEAD, I'm CRUSHING your HEAD...I'm crushing your head...I crushing YOUR head, I crush, crush, crushing your head!!"