I've actually seen #8 on a shelf in someone's house. It should also be noted that he was a 70 year old east indian gentleman. And before the abuse starts in earnest, I was there cause his sister found him dead on the crapper.
Remember how, as a teenager, you'd try to dupe members of the opposite sex into a game of Twister in the hopes of one day maybe touching some boob "by accident"? This is what happens when that mischievous childhood memory is taken to Hollywood and gang fucked by men in masks.