So in the course of thinking of something utterly horrible I came up with “It’s like Vern Troyer’s sex tape and Dustin Diamond’s sex tape mixed together. MIDGET SCREECH! MEECH!”

And now MEECHSECKS is a thing of it’s own. A midget, with Screech’s face, in a Napoleon hat, having horrible, clumsy, sex with some unwilling bint, probably trying to not fall off a stool or some such and grasping at the frayed wooden edges of the table with fingers even as splinters gnaw into MEECH’S flesh. For the MEECH is a mighty, sweaty, lumpy beast. It is neither fish nor fowl, man nor mineral but something different. Something both more and less. It is THE MEECH.

And it wants to have MEECHSECKS with you. Dirty, dirty MEECHSECKS.