After a traumatic blow to the head, I woke up in a twenty-foot pit in some freak-show's basement. Once a day, a voice from above would lower skin cream down to the bottom with a raspy "It puts the lotion on its skin." After three weeks of that fresh hell, a dramatic CIA rescue enabled me to return to the civilized world. First thing I did was buy a BK-2. No joke. On the plus side, my skin has never been so supple.
This is also the story of the first time he met Moose.