Caesar awoke with a start from the alleyway he had been lying in. He looked around himself and saw that an empty bottle of Scotch was lying at his feet, and some distance away from him, a puddle of something that could only be vomit. A few inches away from the puddle lay a man who had his head split open, presumably by a baseball bat. "Great! Just fucking amazing. I hope that wasn't me." he muttered to himself, struggling to his feet, and noticing that his pockets had been picked clean, and someone had taken his wallet.

He staggered out of the alleyway, with his head feeling as though it had Bubba's phallus stuck inside. He noticed his reflection in a puddle of water on the ground. "Jesus, I look a fucking hobo after a night of getting gangbanged in prison." Outside the alley, he noticed a man sitting on a bench, lovingly stroking his meat while looking at his watch.

Caesar was never one to judge, but he had never seen anybody with a clockwork fetish before. He supposed that the sensual sound of metallic gears grinding together did have a certain......appeal. Shaking away such sinful thoughts before they turned his own member on, he walked towards the man.

"Hey you! Yes you! Look up already, your dick's not talking to you! What's the time?"

Caesar followed Conn brainlessly, thinking about nothing. Nothing at all. He once more recognized his saviour as his good friend, Richard "Dicks", the dickiest dick who ever chose to photograph dicks instead of dicking around. Dicks had mentioned something that sounded bizarrely like "mind fucked", whatever the fuck that was.

"Forgive me father, for I am a sinner." Caesar wept, as the fatherly tone of Richards' voice reminded him of the last time he was in church, and he did not manage to create a ruckus. Funnily enough, he couldn't remember such a time. "Father, I have had lustful thoughts about a woman, and I have coveted the wives of other men. I have lied, stolen and killed. I fled from the prison showers to preserve my own anal virginity when Bubba pounced upon a fellow Christian. I have broken all over the Lord's commandments and I am repentant Father." he sobbed deliriously.

He suddenly noticed that there was some form of slime leaking out from his ears, and assumed that his brain was melting. 

Caesar was extremely confused now. Dicks was now denying that he was Dicks and was pretending to be Conn instead, whoever the fuck that was. He didn't ponder very long on it however, as he was distracted by the extremely attractive lady approaching them both. He had no idea what she and Dicks were blabbing about, as his brain had switched gears, and he was thinking from his pants now, which was steadily bulging in order to the "brain" some more room to think in.

"Hello!"  he said, addressing Sairia's bust rather than her face. "I'm delighted to meet you both!"

"Hey it's ok Dick you can keep your dick out, Am not really a woman. Besides mine is bigger than yours"

Caesar watched in alarm as Richard Dicks had a violent reaction to the appearance of Mrs. Doubtfire. He started frothing at the mouth and twitching violently, his eyes gleaming with an uncharacteristic greed. Instead of putting his dick away, he strapped the cardboard tentacles on it, and advanced towards his visitors, resembling the expression Bubba has when he spots virgin ass. Pussy Galore walked before him, in an honour guard of sorts.

If you could speak cat, you would interpret his mews as "Prepare you assholes motherfuckers! I'm going to get a shitload of catnip for assisting Dicks with this shit." Horror-struck, Caesar walked away from the menacing duo, and decided to heroically hide behind Sairia, where he would get a strategic view of her magnificent as-..........erm.........a protected view of the danger before them.