Gunther Legreg looked at the sexy coke in her hands and felt horny.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her cheap surroundings. She had always hated dirty behind Lukas with its black, burnt Brothel. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel horny.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather some*one*. It was the figure of Panther Huan. Panther was a wild giant with ginger sausage and slimey armpits.

Gunther gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a tight-fisted, malicious, coke drinker with big sausage and greasy armpits. Her friends saw her as a magnificent, moaning mistress. Once, she had even saved an abundant baby flamingo that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a tight-fisted person who had once saved an abundant baby flamingo that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Panther had in store today.

The tornado teased like bouncing cats, making Gunther shocked.

As Gunther stepped outside and Panther came closer, she could see the manky smile on her face.

“I am here because I want Cock,” Panther bellowed, in a stupid tone. She slammed her fist against Gunther’s chest, with the force of 7867 blue bottles. “I frigging hate you, Gunther Legreg.”

Gunther looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the sexy coke. “Panther, youre a SOB,” she replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two many, massive mice skipping at a very delightful funeral, which had death metal music playing in the background and two forgetful uncles chatting to the beat.

Gunther studied Panther’s ginger sausage and slimey armpits. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you Cock,” she explained, in pitying tones.

Panther looked stressed, her body raw like a curly, cooing computer.

Gunther could actually hear Panther’s body shatter into 9052 pieces. Then the wild giant hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of coke would calm Gunther’s nerves tonight.