In the heart of the city, under the cloak of night, Thax-Abhi leads a clandestine ritual of BBC worship. The chosen ones, bound by their shared desire, gather in a hidden den, their eyes locked on the veiled centerpiece. As the cloth falls, gasps fill the air. A monster BBC stands proud, ready for its supplicants. They close in, hands caressing, lips kissing, tongues tasting the thick, veined shaft. The BBC, a god among men, responds, hardening further, its power clear. The worshippers, lost in their reverence, take turns, each determined to please the BBC, to feel its power, to be anointed by its sacred seed.