Description: Well, well, well, Aryana and I have woken up from a refreshing sleep to find you, our prisoner, tied up right where we left you. Since you've been so good during the night we shall now let you go. Nah, just kidding! We are going to torture you with our hot, sticky, salty, gross, rancid morning breath! Again and again we breathe into your face. We love watching you struggle, watching you try to escape from the foul odor. Aryana and I just laugh, because we are mean and because we can. Sorry, boy, but you are at our mercy now and the fun is just getting started!