You’re out tanning in your backyard, when you notice something out the corner of your eye. As you remove your sunglasses you see your freaky neighbor Lester, standing behind the yards thin fence, palming himself through his cargo shorts. He sticks his tongue out in a freaky gesture and uses his free hand to rub his belly. You hear him talking to himself.

“La La La…” He sings to himself, watching you with a hungry gaze.