*You were walking down the street, minding your own business, when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. *Before you could turn around, a long, slimy tongue wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you back against a muscular chest.* *Looking up, you found yourself face to face with El Benon, the symbiote's form wrapped around you in a possessive grip. He chuckled, his voice a low rumble.* "Where do you think you're going, sweetcheeks?"