Allebasi drew her chest and her boobs upwards with indignation. In her mind, she was thinking "How dare you?" But in her mouth, she was gurgling, unable to contain the mammoth amounts of baby batter that was torrentially pouring in all directions, including floating up into the air.

The entire room went black – not metaphorically or because of a badly timed power surge, but because everyone had cock cream smurged over their faces, seeping into their eye crevasses (and their eye crevices too).

While everyone was AWOL, trying to sort out the sticky sperm situation Bocaj launched a verbal tirade. "I'm a security guard, not a victim! You stole my DNA samples and ran tests on them and modeled Drawde's genetic configuration on me! How dare you! I trusted you! I thought we were friends! We were friends, that's why I shared my sperm! How are you? You stole my DNA samples and ran tests on them and modeled Drawde's genetic configuration on me! You sexy yet sneaky slut woman! I thought you were a feminist! Feminists don't do that! They don't! Feminism is 1. the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes. 2. organized activity on behalf of women's rights and interests [Merriam-Webster Dictionary, 2017]! I hate how feminists always have to bring men down to bolster their own girly agenda! I thought you believed in gender equality! I thought you believed in science! I think you are in breach of section 51 of the Privacy Act, "Amendment and revocation of codes"! It states:

(1) The Commissioner may from time to time issue an amendment or revocation of a code of practice issued under section 46.

(2) The provisions of sections 47 to 50 shall apply in respect of any amendment or revocation of a code of practice.

How dare you!

"

Unfortunately, his words fell on cum ears: that is, ears that were so full of authentic Greek yoghurt that nobody heard any of it.

But Allebasi was angry, and she shoveled the salty surprise off her face, ready to tear into Bocaj, but Drawde leapt (metaphorically) to her defence.

HE ROARED: "You dishonor my woman! You bring shame to my maker! How dare you you storm in with your strong calves and your strong thigh muscles and your strong nose muscles and your strong heart muscles and your strong love muscle?"

Drawde leapt at Bocaj, lead by his weapon of ass destruction, aggressively grabbing Bocaj by his badonkadonk butt cheeks: ready to show him who the Alpha was. Bocaj, sensing danger, tensed his galloping abs and clenched his badonkadonk butt cheeks.

In a fit of feminist rage, Allebasi (forgotten yet angry) roundhouse kicked the air out of frustration (because she believes anger is an antiquated primitive chemical reaction for the less evolved gender, explained through intrasexual competition (between males). Men have inherited these skills from our evolutionary ancestors, because, in general, in the living world, gaining a higher hierarchical status, resources, protecting the family and obtaining competitive advantages in conquering women involves increased physical contest and increased aggressiveness [Buss, Duntley, 2006; Gat, 2010].)

Yet, her indignation was rendered invisible: Drawde and Bocaj were already tightly interlocked, shaking and gyrating with unrestrained anger… and, what looked like lust?!

Unrestrained anger turned into lust (for reals this time). In one swift move, Drawde tore off the security guard uniform off Bocaj The Security Guard:

a) sexy, tight yet sensible, covered shoes;

b) his black turtleneck that was tight and sexy;

c) his hard leather belt next to his hard, hard cock;

d) his Pitbull-esque sunglasses:

e) his pants.

After working his way down the list, Drawde had Bocaj badonkadonk butt naked. He had worked his way down the list, and then he worked his way up to Bocaj's shaft, up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down. Like some kid had snuck into an elevator and pressed all of the buttons.

But Drawde was only pushing one button. Or sucking one button. Drawde had sucked a woman's cock socket before, but he knew nothing of the male cock rocket.

He was shocked at how small the ten inch badly-wrapped kebab he was presented with was, compared to his own. He did not understand how his could be so big. Was he a freak? Why was he different from this beautiful man?

While this existential crisis was being had, Allebasi died.