Also he turns into a ball sack instead of a bat
"Dude dude dude shut the fuck up what's that sloshing around the corner?"
The camera pans up from the full moon reflected in a grimy, oily puddle. The fluid is still, it is not the source of the sound
A poorly defined ball rolls around the corner. As we zoom, we see that it is fleshy and turgid, like a slightly deflated puffer fish. Pieces of gravel are continually picked up by and fall of of the tacky flesh of the mysteruous object.
Suddenly a church bell rings. Carol jumps, and her dirtbag friends look at each other, then mock her by jumping twice as high and yelping simultaneously, then burst into laughter.
"Seriously guys shut the fuck UP!"
Silence. There is nothing around the corner.
Camera pans up to the roof of the warehouse, and a fuzzy shape is silhouetted against the moon, noticeably fuller than before. As the camera focuses on the scrotum, we see streaks of blood across its ashy skin.
¡Sackula!
