And instead of a penis - a fiery engine
Will we know what? We will have a riot of cars one day, and Wells will rest - no, not rest, hiding in horror under the couch will be yours. Wells, when the vibrators will go to war and rape us until we fall, when the rocking chairs will catch us in their iron paws and bend and break until they break all the bones, when the electric clamps for nipples with teeth - teeth - teeth will begin to tear us apart and fill the pumps of heavy, like sins, battery ejaculators with our blood.