Glarbo was a monster. Not a scary monster, mind you. A sex monster. Now granted, that didn’t mean he wasn’t scary.
Maybe it was his huge fangs. Maybe it was his dozens of eyes. Maybe it was his many, many dangly dongs protruding from his hideous body. Regardless, nobody wanted to have sex with poor Glarbo. And this made Glarbo a sad monster.

Glarbo took his depression and sexual frustration out on the poor, unsuspecting citizens of Toronto, Canada. He would hide behind trash cans and wait for happy couples to walk by, and pop out and frighten them. Not very cool, and but it made him feel a bit better nonetheless. It was a hollow happiness.

One evening, Glarbo was hiding in a dumpster. It was so dark and he was all alone. A good time to contemplate. What would his next victims look like? What sounds would they make when they shrieked? Glarbo could hardly contain himself. Suddenly, a russling sound in the dumpster. Must be a rat.

“Who are you?"

“AHH!!!!!” Glarbo screamed in terror.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting another monster in here.”

Glarbo’s dozens of eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and there he saw her: huge fangs, dozens of eyes, and many, many dangly vaginas...the sexiest monster he had ever seen.

“Wow...um...hi. Yeah I wasn’t expecting another monster here either. I’m Glarbo, what’s your name?”
“Hi Glarbo, I’m Michelle.”
“Michelle, I hope I’m not being too forward. I mean, I know we just met, but would you like to scare people with me tonight?”
“I’d really like that Glarbo! But first I'd really like...something else...”

Then they had sex.

The end.