A man presents his body in boxes. But nothing fits together - HE doesn't fit himself. The man needs a new mode (of dress), a (fashion) therapist - but try as he will, nothing fits him. And nothing else is what it should be, either. Encircled by a ring of panties, his dick rotates about its own axis while the man talks gibberish. Or did he really used to be Mickey Mouse? What does his mother say to that? Is it the man who doesn't fit the world or does the world not fit him? Tough question, short CD.