In the sack: An orangeishness, more unnatural than Tang.

Wet: A plasticness of sorts.

The touch: Neutral.

The feel: Limoncello, lemon jello, the tropical stuff the gigolette put in her radiator, I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me, zug-zug, you're the captain.

The magic of our lives:くろごまアイスクリン, the skunk over here will bring you luck, the pump over here comes with a truck.

Final verdict: Needs more enervation.