A mysterious hut in the middle of the woods. A bottle of soda that's more than it seems. An idiot who's far too determined for his own good. If it sounds like a bad joke, that's because this is a bad joke.

This story contains transformation, a smattering of transgender, over-sweetened soda, and displays of rampant, bullheaded idiocy to the extreme. Even if you're into that sort of thing, I cannot advise anyone to read this with a straight face. This is not art, this is not eroticism, this is shameless absurdity.