Observe as the dastardly provocateur creeps up behind our innocent victim, intent on a wedgie.
A quick yank, a harumph of triumph.. cut off mid flow by the sounds of a soggy squidge. Worse, our virtuous victim, instead of screeching in violated fright, shudders sensuously, seeming to welcome the wet wrench of her infantile underwear.
Of course this sordid act must nonetheless be punished. Behold how the provocateur is himself provoked into replicating the sorry state of his padded prey, his own legs spread by a surfeit of soon to be sodden waddle inducing wadding.
Wedgies are not in his future, no. Pity the poor provocateur, for he will henceforth suffer the shame of squidgies.