Spurn from the loins of imagination this creature exists here only briefly, and could wink out at the bat of an eyelash any moment now.

There is no time to learn of its goals or socialize - the very presence of the man-shaped eyecandy is an ill curse bestowed upon this fair land.

It stalks the streets and corners its prey to play its nefarious schemes, dazzles them with bouquets of flowers and impossible rabbits that often turn into girls.

There is no rhyme, nor reason - there is just cheap giggles, lazy surprises and some sort of rapey vibe in the air!