Mr. Sex: Hey, everybody look! It's a try hard, wannabe Frodo Smackins knockoff!

Ten hot babes in bikinis are behind Mr. Sex, clad in his golden condom and cock ring, his Thing Bling, you looked at it so hard. He's also wearing a tank top. The ten hot babes all hold up cards that say "1", which is also shaped like a penis, but not like Mr. Sex's friendly, artistianally curved, all around aesthetically pleasing so much as you want to buy it a beer penis.

Mr. Sex: Looks like the hot chicks aren't impressed! Well, ladies, how do you rate me?

The hot babes hold up infinity signs below the ones before, which looks even more like a penis. This looks a lot more like Mr. Sex's penis, as you've no doubt triple checked by now due to his masculine sexiness. Some of the hot babes start hugging the cards because they look too much like Mr. Sex's strong, masculine, but nonthreatening and playful manhood and are overcome with insatiable lust and yearning for the deliberate yet kind thrust of his loins. Which means they want to feel his penis inside their vagina over and over at a slightly vigorous rate.

Mr. Sex: I'm infinitely better. Easy, because you're a zero, and zeroes don't have multiples, so by default, I'm infinite and so is my machismo, my swagger, my masculine sexuality and the confidence it brings. You don't have multiples. Now if you'll excuse me...

Mr. Sex turns and we see his butt cheeks, and even though it's just an example of man ass on your screen, it's the pinnacle of male sexiness we're talking about, so you look long and hard at his ass, and the tattoo that simply reads "MotP".

Mr. Sex: Master of the penis. Pardon me, time to be fruitful and multiply! Whoo, yeah, who's ready for some reverse bukkake!

The girls all cheer by saying "Yay" as they get their vaginas ready to squirt.