As the clock strikes midnight on Halloween, Llamasr, a Scorpio through and through, regales fellow partygoers with his most spine-chilling jokes. But as the laughter subsides, he feels an unfamiliar warmth in his pants. With a curious expression, he excuses himself, only to return moments later, his eyes wide with shock. "It's red," he says, "like the blood in my jokes. I think I'm leaking something." The room falls silent, the mood shifting from playful to intrigued, as Llamasr unzips his pants, revealing the source of his Halloween surprise.