Dean Moxley McGovern is seen stretched out comfortably on a plush sofa, sipping from a martini glass with a twisty straw as the sounds of young children playing and laughing can be heard in the background, even though none of them can be seen. Dean wiggles his eyebrows and smiles with his sexy sunglasses on as he leans forward and whispers to the camera.

Psst, hey..... you. Yeah you, Peter Gilmour. Over here.

I got a little, well..... let's just say I got a little message for you. You see daddy there's this guy I know, his name's CJ Sharpe, and he's new around these parts so he's just as shy as a toddler's first day at Deanee camp. Can you blame him? No, I can't either. Ok so here's the scoop though my dude; CJ wanted me to let you know he finds you rather attractive and he heard how you need somebody to give you a little bit of that suckee suckee. What I'm trying to say buddy is CJ Sharpe would be willing to give you the knob slob. He'd be willing to go down on you like your name was Mr. Escalator. He's willing to choke on you like you're a pill the size of a waterbug. He's willing to take that man meat of yours, dip it in some marinara, and turn you into his own personal manicotti or something like that; I dunno, I'm not as Italian as you are. Anyway playa, I gots to know, do you accept CJ's offer to SUCK YO DICK?

Dean-o out!

Dean isn't even laughing. He's 100% serious at the moment as he sits back and takes another sip from his twisty straw and clicks on an episode of Tiny Toons.