The young, supple prince approaches the encroached entrance to eternity. Before him stands a naked Shewolf wielding a dangerous-looking crossbow.

“Tlah! Era uoy ohw? Rewsna!”

“Esahp tuo. Hci nib neman Schmert Schmitzelbitzel.”

Our hero undoes his codpiece in one, brisk motion. His man-thongs thrown aside, he faces the blightful Shewolf toe-to-to, mono y mono, furry fuckin’ killing time!

Darks lights and curious mystique descend and surround our pair, shattering their mere mortal perceptions of time and space.

“Shewolf! I address you now in my native tongue. I come from afar to ask you: What about plain old, basic sex?”

chuckle Papa Riker would be proud…