You recall the time with the cute punk chick behind the bins at the redlight district and think to your self " Boy it sure has been a hot minute since i Spanked the Goo Snake outta my Pork Sword" So you call her, it was thanks to her advice that you sought medical attention and "De Shittified" your poorly coloured Plonker. So Here you are again, the same position n Her Hefty Whappers just out there, she's had tattoos since then but lets be real that's just makin ya Bone Extend more.
Your Cocktimus Prime Is between her breasts and to your suprise, She seems to be just as concerned as she was five years ago, puzzled and confused, you ask what's wrong
"To be honest i thought that massive Vein would of cleared up, but i guess it's just an action feature of yours, if i poke it does your heard flip around to a different one, like those Power Rangers Toys from the 90s? remember Ninjor? he had that feature and it was cool as shit!" She exclaimed.
The MERE mention of Ninjor makes you erupt like a fucking ballista, that alleyway looks like Santa's Grotto from Hell, you've literally dislodged bricks from nearby walls with the sheer force of your ball based Firepower, all from the thought of Ninjor's Helmet going inside his body and coming out with a red helmet instead was so Nut bustingly cool right? and paired with a sweet set of Elbow Jellos around your meat, you stood no chance.

"Damn, maybe we should make this a regular thing?" she perks up after the torrential downpour of Man Mud has ceased, both eage by the prospect you quickly flee the back alley before someone complains about the Mess, and to this day you partake in you're Foreplay and 90s merchandising discussions fetish.