Scarlett and I have just returned from a fierce workout at the gym and we are drenched in sticky, musky sweat. As we banter about our stank we notice the gooner in the room getting aroused by the smell of our ripe pits and crevices. What a positively entertaining predicament for us. We take turns teasing and tormenting the pathetic little trashmonger with our sweaty asses, pits, and feet until he is completely subdued and spaced out, smothered in our fragrant sweaty socks.