Martha Hazelden opens her mouth wide, tilts back her head, and demons start to stream out like bad special effects. They are of all sizes and hues, with bizarre and fanciful shapes. Most of them fly straight upwards into the sky, but several coalesce and circle around her, forming a strange barrier. One in particular snakes up the leg of her sweatpants, and with a coarse grating sound, inserts itself into her ancient vagina.
The commotion dies down as Ms. Hazelden's body comes back under control.
The demon begins to speak through Martha Hazelden.