Mr. Sex: I have a real Queenslayer in my pants, if you know what I mean.

Mr. Sex winks and points at his pantsless crotch, emphasizing his penis.

Mr. Sex: When I wear pants, that is. You wouldn't believe the ovation I get in Buckingham over my sexual ferocity, like I'm some kind of erotic gorilla tiger of testosterone and causing Elizabeth to gush, and gush, and gush again. God save the queen?

Mr. Sex rolls his eyes and grins. A picture of that super hot babe Queen Elizabeth II comes on screen, and it starts to show it's actually a video of Queen Elizabeth II coming on screen courtesy of a strong, masculine performance from Mr. Sex and his trusty penis.

Mr. Sex: I took my armada up her English Channel and she was defenseless.