A balding psycho zombie she-male junkie prostitute. Wacko Jacko appears to be losing a good chunk of his/her hair, which isn't making the ol' face look any prettier.
Sure enough, within minutes of putting on the freaky mask, I was moonwalking all over the place. My crotch wasn't used to being grabbed in such a violent fashion, but hey, I get lost in the moment. And speaking of lost...
Some of Michael's other problems emerged from within me. I simply couldn't help myself. There I was dangling an infant (who just happened to look like a doll, but trust me, it was a real baby) from a deadly height. What was wrong with me? Had I gone mad? NO! I JUST WASN'T FEELING PRETTY ANY MORE AND I NEEDED SOME ATTENTION OK? OKAY!???
OH SO PRETTY!