Mirabel is dragged up, her skirt pulled up, her laps torn apart with the countless daggers from all directions, her skirt also joins the torn-apart body of Mirabel, and her privacy, her pride is striped off its meaning, exposed to the visionless lustful sight of the perverts, homeless with no roof over its head. Their hands reach in and degradingly invade her already invaded privacy, carting away what’s left of its meaning.
He always acted plays with his dolls, and in every single episode, he couldn’t get the girl, he was always unfit for her standards, even his dolls were superior to him! His Barbie Doll always looked down on him during every Salsa Dance! his grandfather on his death bed told him that the ground was far away from him!