A ghoul entered the bedroom, pulled his pants down, and peed a heavy stream onto the middle of the floor.

“Hey, did you get my pumpkin from the store?”

“Yeah, I just came back. I picked out a big one, just like you asked,” the ghoul said, bouncing slightly, to air-dry the last drips from his cunt before standing and pulling up his pants.

“Good, I’m desperate for an orgasm.”  Marilyn Monroe moaned as he left to rejoin the orgy.

Staring proudly at his grand puddle, the Ghoul lifted his head and bellowed, “Slave! Dinner!”