In a well-lit room, deep in the bowels of a college research center, RD writes the drafts of his latest story. A knock comes from the door -- he looks
back -- it opens. A snarf slave, chained and shackled, approaches slowly for it drags a ball with its left foot.

"What is it?"

"It's a present."

"A present? For me?" He takes the box -- the snarf leaves quickly -- perhaps too quickly. "Why, it's from Thundera Tiger." He sakes it vigorously --
it makes no sound. "I wonder what that ferocious feline is up to now."

He undoes the red ribbons. The lid shoots up with force into the air. RD is taken a back in shock but he has little time to react for something within
begins to inflate. From the box that he holds over his lap a figure arises.

"Ahhh!" he screams aloud in agony. "Ahhh!" He tries to cover his face but he peeks through the gaps between his fingers.

His professor opens the door to investigate what's going on but when he sees it, his eyes widen in terror, he turns as white as ghost and leaves without
a word.

It's an inflatable Mandora doll -- naked and complete with pubic hair and detachable dildo. It vibrated and swayed softly left and right. From its wide,
open lips it uttered: "Googoo, gaga, googoo, gaga, googoo, gaga."

He throws he box across the room in a lightheaded stupor. He begins to loose his vision and, panting for breath, he curses: "OK, Thundera Tiger! I
was going to be nice, but," he stands and wraps a red cloak around his body, "BUT THIS MEANS WAR!"