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The BBC stirs in its den, its deep, guttural call echoing through the room. A man, unable to resist its siren song, succumbs to its power. He frees the beast from its confines, his eyes widening at the sheer size and girth of the monster in his hand. With a sense of awe and reverence, he begins to stroke it, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingers. The BBC responds, growing harder, hotter, until it's ready to unleash its pent-up load. With a roar, it does, painting the man's body with its sticky, white seed.