I was thinking about my last prey. It was so tasty and I’m hungry. Oh wait, what is that paper on his clothes? An adress… maybe my last prey’s. I disguise myself to get into your house and I want to eat you but we make a deal. You give me a massage and if that’s a good job, I won’t eat you (haha). Of course your destiny comes to you. While I’m digesting you your loser friend comes to rescue your pathetic existence but haha. You’ll be friends to the toilet and beyond now :)