Since y'all sluts can't get enough of me . . .

True. Sluts get paid, he only gets fucked.

Again. Pathetic. Munchy doesn't mind, he just keeps PUNCHING the birds guts in. "Keep clenching, fucking WHORE! SPANK!

Munchy at the gym showers.

Public showers - some love 'em, some hate 'em. Try to guess which category Munchy falls into based off this shameless display. "Y'know I can tell you're staring, right? Decent thing to do would be to speak up instead of muttering like a little bitch. So, what did you just say?"

And he's failing miserably, he looks like he's about to break his damn neck.

He's actually not saying anything, just blankly looking at the bitch across the room. He knows it's only a matter of time before he'll try to sneak a peek again.

"Speak, you squirt. What is it?" Lifting the clingy bitch on his arm with ease, Fox weighs NOTHING in comparison to what Munchy usually uses for lifting. A proposition? It better include the pilot getting him off, working out always gets him SO bricked up . . .

Missed him? Naww. Knees, now.

Good bitch. His reward is a full force COCK WHIP across the face. Hard enough to knock out full grown men with ease.

Lucky him then, Munchy just finished his workout, so his taste is stronger and better than ever. Not that the pathetic whore deserves it. "Start with my biceps. If you're doing well, you get more. Now get to it, cheap slut."

"Did I tell you you can touch here already?" He growls, giving Verge a new necklace in shape of his flexed arm, pressing him face first tightly between his pecs. "You needy fucking runt. Too pathetic to follow simple orders. Alright then, slut. Get to it."