Here we have revolting Red Butterfly Love Slaves, transporting Keye Luke to some unspecified location for ritualistic humiliation. I am most amused by the one in the back, the RBLS in the gray skirt; she doesn’t seem to be holiding anything up, but she’s certainly acting as though she’s really into this. Whooo! Awright! A few too many at lunch, I suspect. Or perhaps she’s noticing what a taut caboose the RBLS in black has; how does she do it? She never exercises.

Four heads. Ten legs.