Mr. Seth came from a far away place. He's kind of lost. He had a fancy flashlight that cuts things like an industrial laser. I wasn't too impressed because I seen cops bonk people on the head with flashlights like that all the time.

Mr. Seth had lips that felt like a dead fishie, all cold and slimy. He kissed me on the forehead without even asking. It made me want to go eat fish. So I did.