Ah, the crystal clear waters of the Louisiana swamps!
Where rotund buffoons can marry and boff a purty yang thang (Anne Lids?) and use the rounded protuberance of his gut to file away her belly into a concave svelte figure through The Sex.
Even if she does forgo the bed to nob yer best mate in the evergladian forestry.
But, even when all the crocs, fish and other aquamarine life are no longer in the swamps, you can't use explosive to kill off mutated bloodsuckers, as that might kill off the crocs, fish and other aquamaine life that have already been killed off by the mutated bloodsuckery fiends.
Although it's OK to use explosives to cause mild cavern tremors to jiggle the captives into the water to a death of drownage.
The captives being tired and shagged out due to lakeside abductment followed by leecherous necking, rampant bumming, a quick mis, and a threesome with one Rhynchobdellæ sat on yer face and another Arhynchobdellid blowing the pink oboe like there's no tomorrow.
Isn't it nice...
...luring southern belles into a life of vice!
