In about 5000 years the moths will use this against people. Imagine the potent smell of willing pussy covering the land like a soft pink blanket... Unable to resist... Must ... get ... pussy ... willing ... pussy ... drop ... your ... weapons ... and forget about ... the ... alien ... invaders ... pussypussypussy!

After three days of hanging around an odd object looking like a flying saucer, it's time to get a beer and masturbate in abject shame. Then die slowly and painfully and unable to move, as fungal spores germinate on your cock and cast down razorsharp tendrils into your soft flesh. The same thing occurs on your back and neck and head as well, but you don't care. There you lie trapped, your cock being consumed from within, your body stuck to your bed or kitchen floor or garden path or, if you're lucky, in the road, so you will get squashed quickly by uncaring traffic.

I wonder if this falls under organic farming. However, I'll be long dead when it's 5000 years into the future. Phew. What a cruel rock we live on.

I will enjoy pussy for as long as I can and scrub myself really well before and after. Maybe the moths will be here sooner.