Swish acknowledged his time was over as he combed the Oreo crumbs from the chest hair covering his unsightly man tits.
"I have... Nothing to offer", he splutters.
Realising his life has been misspent, Swish pulls a pistol from his drawer. A chocolate pistol.
He inhales the chocolate to mask the deep seated sadness, with no regard for his diabetes.
"I wish this was a big ol penis", he muttered.
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