The gendermorph started rapidly whipping her long, purple cunt-tongue in a series of quick movements meant to simulate a harsh beating, red fractals of pixillated simu-blood spraying out from her ever-widening cyber-hole and into the immersive space that filled his eyeballs. It was getting comic in a gross kind of way and he could barely find the control panel, but he eventually found the Alt-X command keys and Readywiped(TM) the phoney-figure right off his screen.