>>212352900 (OP)Do you reckon Mike ever got real hot and bothered in the middle of the night as his rusty old hardboiled spine cracked and strained in his leathery shell like rotten floorboards, and he lurched with ponderous, deliberate, agonised steps, slowly ascending to the bruised soles of his weathered, crime-seasoned feet, coughing out a globular wad of vague tartare-sauce-like mucus, and he realised, there in the unbearable frowziness of his boiling Albuquerque apartment, that he'd somehow transformed mid-sleep into a beautiful hairless hyperwrinkled liver-spot mottled Kangaroo-like beast, and with an obscenely prolonged dog-like howl of raw sexual ecstasy as his ancient fat slippery hound-dog jowls flew about his face aflutter like rambunctious eels, his oversized, bowling-ball sized granite testicles lifted an inch in their stupendously pendulous sack and Walt emerged all covered in a membranous film of fishy pink slime from his flappy old distended joey-pouch, stumbling out of the still donkey-groaning Mike's abdomen with the clumsy coltish steps of a newborn lung-cancer afflicted bald baby