Mr. Sex is daintily yet masculinely wrapping his penis in yellow cellophane. He dips it in a bowl of assorted candies, primarily a mix of Mentos and Werther's Originals.

Mr. Sex: You have no idea how well this works.

Three really hot babes walk up, and are all taken aback by Mr. Sex's masculine sexuality. Their bosoms heave, sweat forms on their brow, and insatiable looks of desire and lust overcome each of their really hot faces at the sight of Mr. Sex's penis, his perfectly sculpted manly body, his perfectly haired manly body, his perfectly hairy manly scrote, and again at his penis because it's worth a second look. You took three yourself. As they fawn over his overwhelming masculine prowess, he shrugs and looks at the camera.

Mr. Sex: Sorry, I have this weird hetero-normative fetish, but the hot babes don't think I'm Mentos or Werther's Original. They call me M&M's, because I melt in their vagina, not in their hands.

The three smoking hot babes all giggle and start to flank Mr. Sex. The camera tilts up slightly as they all reach into the bowl so we don't see them all grabbing Mr. Sex's penis at the same time in a particularly classy move from the production crew. Mr. Sex's eyes roll as his grin widens.

Mr. Sex: That's right, babes, Halloween came early this year; you may be frightened at first, but in the end, it's a treat for all of us.

Mr. Sex puts his arms around the three women all teaming up to give him a handjob, and a three woman handjob requires three womens worth of penis. That's the metric unit of measurement for Mr. Sex's penis due to his unusually sexy nature..