“Now bring me the raccoon.”
“Um, there’s a lot of stuff here. I’m not sure we have room for the raccoon.”
“What do you mean no room for the raccoon? This photograph is about liberation. From the shackles of society! How can you say that without a raccoon?”
“Well, you’ve got the chains. And the bracelets and the tie and butterfly and the bed and the belt and the unbuttoned shirt and the… Okay, I’ll get the rac- Ow! He bit me. The little fucker bit me!”
“Of course he bit you, Olivier, he’s a liberated raccoon. What else would you expect from a liberated raccoon, a kiss on the ass?”
“Um. It’s kind of bleeding. Should I…”
“Should you bring me the raccoon? Yes. Bring me the raccoon.”
“(Sigh). Where do you want it?”
“Pointing to his cock.”
