Sexis wanted my fist inside him.
There's not any better way I could have said it. That was me being PG 13.
But this Alien bastard… I am fighting with Malthus for my life and he is thinking of fulfilling his fetish to-do list.
Erect must have felt my frustration because he stepped in. "Focus on Malthus, my lord. I'll deal with this prostitute."
Sexis's antennae twitched. "I am not a prostitute!"
"You are," Erect replied, flat and cold like a tax form.
"How?" Sexis asked, his antennas perking up in confusion.
"Who in their right mind asks for a fist in their... well, hole?" Erect shuddered. "I feel disgusted just saying it."
Sexis raised his scythe hand. "In my defense, he said he was going to kill me so I just told him how I wanted to die."
"You want to die like that?"
"I know. Legally, it's okay. Morally, it's questionable. But personally, I like it."
"That's so dis—"
"You shitheads! Shut up!" I yelled, clutching my head like a single dad at a daycare.
