Mr. Sex: So, the Kings are doing their thing, Davids is doing his...

We zoom out to see Mr. Sex is in a space suit except for a hole in his crotcheal region where his penis is exposed, and he's floating in space. His manly sexual nature means his penis is immune to the effects of space exposure, it being so sexy and incredible that cosmic rays themselves can not harm nor bombard his flagrant, masculine, somewhat daunting but rewarding and chummy, guy you trust to fix a flat tire sexuality, his penis.

Mr. Sex: I'm out here ready to do mine. Space babes?

A green skinned, orange haired hot babe in a silver bikini and a breathing aparatus that looks like a fishbowl with deely bobs glued on it, along with a pink skinned, blue haired hot babe and a purple skinned, black haired hot babe and a 9 foot babe that's totally hot and blonde and sexy, but not as sexy as Mr. Sex, none of them are, all space babes, float towards Mr. Sex, all preparing for some truly intergalactic coitus, not the cool move Mr. Sex does to guys in the ring. This intergalactic coitus is pure penis in vagina babymaking heteronormative to an extent albeit extraspecies friendly, though totally classy sex happening. Mr. Sex points at the screen while giving a thumbs up.

Mr. Sex: The eagle has landed.