There is a man who dwells on the corner of Main Street.

His eyes have a certain dullness to them, as if he is a corpse with its eyes open. His facial expression is permanently stoic, he appears to be uncaring, cold-hearted and tainted with evil at a first glance.

Most people that pass by his quaint establishment refuse to make eye contact with him when purchasing goods. Even when he asks in a kind tone "Would you like paper or plastic? Personally, I suggest paper, you know how the environment is these days." to every customer. They all feel equally scared of making eye contact with him, they fear his gaze might stab a hole through their soul.

One woman thought differently of him though.

She felt an odd attraction to the man. She felt draw to him, she sensed a loneliness in him that only a woman could quell.

She went to the man's shop at closing time. She found him locking up, so she took him by the hand and led him to her apartment.

He knew where it was going, so he played along until the final step.

The woman stripped the man of clothing, they were getting ready to fornicate.

The woman then saw the most shocking sight..

She stared at the blank space covering the man's groin area. She looked in awe at the hole in the middle, possibly serving as a urethra.

Then, a voice booming like a collapsing building said;

I CANNOT LOVE.

And now my fantasy NGer