The girl slowly moved her hands up to her breasts and squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, no!” whispered Satan, “there are wasps on your nipples, stinging them. That’s why your nipples hurt; but now you’ve disturbed the wasps. They’re stinging your nipples again, and again, and again. You can’t scare them away; you’ll have to pull them off. Pull them off of your nipples!”
The girl gripped her nipples firmly and pulled hard, trying to get the angry wasps off of her.
“No, that won’t work,” said the boy. “They’ll just keep coming back. You’ll have to kill them to make them stop stinging your nipples. Your nipples are really hurting now, so quick, crush the wasps. They have really hard shells, so you’ll have to squeeze as hard as you can.”