Jessica walked into the shop. She wanted find the perfect gift for her friend Nate and thought maybe she might find something amusing if she went somewhere off the beaten track.
She perused the aisles, looking at ointments, creams and powders of all different sorts. From the usual creams that promised to cure such maladies as dry skin and eczema to ones that promised to reverse aging and more. She continued looking, figuring those types of creams would send the wrong message.
Finally she found a shelf full of creams, each packed in an aluminum tin, that she figured were meant as a gag. There was one with a large, winged and horned dragon on the front, with the label promising to bring out the user's inner dragon. Another, with the picture of a satyr on the front promised to provide unheard of sexual potency. Yet another, with a picture of a centaur promised increased strength, all the way down to one with a muscular and furry werewolf, promising to bring out the beast inside.
She felt these were perfect, but was debating which one to get for him. She looked over each tin carefully and ultimately decided on...