Funny fucking story, I was browsing through a local Kinokuniya one time (for those unfamiliar with it, it's basically a Japanese Boarders/Barns & Noble) and they had a manga that had a similar panel-strip and punchline that also came with a mask with palm shaped chunks of skin missing off the face. I bought it to freak out my sister with it, but then some douchebag came up and half jokingly offered me to trade the manga and mask for his Michael Buble CD, Back to the Future DVD, and a mystery bag. I knew I was being duped but I was feeling adventurous so I figured "fuck it" and went ahead with the trade.

I got home and sure enough both the CD and the DVD were actually present and in new condition in their cases. Didn't get ripped off there. Opened up the bag, a couple of push-pop candies and a fucking smart-phone in mint condition. This was creepy as fuck. I checked the recent/missed/received/dialed-out call log and it was all empty. Not a single text message either.

I was freaked out but I also didn't know what to do with the phone so I held on to it, waiting to see if someone calls. Few days later, I got a video message. It was the same fucking douchebag talking about how I should keep watching. He puts the freaky mask on that I bought with the manga. View shifts to show what's going on. He's pounding my sister. Michael Buble is playing in the background. He's feeding her push-pop candy....and another guy is pounding her from behind at the same time. My sister is being DPed by this fucker and some other asshole. Camera moves around again, and it's my goddamn dad giving it to her from the back as she straddles both dicks at the same time. Somehow I realize I have a boner while all of this is going on. Then I wake up and turns out my wife was blowing me while I was asleep. I pop in a Micheal Buble CD and pound my wife with my eyes closed. I like continuity and consistency when it comes to my sex.