The error message keeps showing up at the door and goes ignored.
The male man arrives every hour with a female woman.
Before the door she stands from her wheel chair, a tire.
It fell asleep under her table of contents on page 23 of the manual drive mustang.
The horse drives it and crawls out of the cock pit, a giant vagina.
Lips open and reveal a tongue struggling to escape, too.
All it has is a pen, paper and a mail box he sends on black train.