“Mmmm…yeah…,” Dick Pound mused, “If you could go ahead and tell me who you are, that would be great…”
“YEAH YEAH,” the alien responded in caps, “REAL PLAYAS UP IN HERE NOW. Xnxx Dick Pound was badass. That night, he received yet another green glowing cock pounding. POUNDPOUNDPOUNDPOUND. I DON’T GO FIRST.”
Dick soon realised the alien spoke not only completely in caps, but largely only in Too $hort lyrics. POUND. Greeeeaaaatt…he mused, while marching round the office like an erect cock. Dick began to fly into deep space on the jet of his semen. Too $hort prepared the ship for orbital (and anal) insertion. POUND. Suddenly they were in space, in earth orbit. But where? Suddenly it all made sense – Too $hort had to be an alien. The beat stuck in his head – de do de do do de do de do de do de do do de do de.
