And then it hits you; Pleasure Island. The land where all little children are turned into braying jackasses. "NO" you day aloud. But you interupted by the bartender..."GOD DAMIT! I TOLD THEM NOT TO MIX DRINKS!" The comment makes you more confused. A tail sneaks up on you, and you bray loudly in fright. Even though it is strange having a tail, you notice the color. It is scaly green. The boys ears... also green and scaly. "What the hell!" you screech. "At least normal ass of me! HAW HAW! What did you put in my drink!"