If I were Gallegher...

And I smashed 4ct, his remains would look no different from smashed watermelon.

Soon you too will walk closer together, seering with rage, your fists up to deflect blows and indimidate. You draw closer, he slaps you and you slap him. "I hate you" you say... he says the same back. Then there's a moment of silence, a calm before the storm. He pulls you in, you moan out of pain and deeply suppressed pleasure as hebpulls your hair. He shoves his tounge into your mouth and you interlock as one. His hand slips into your shirt, rubbing your rock hard chest and down to your pulsing phallus. He gently carresses your balls as 2 fingers twiddle with your head. You can't take it anymore, you need him inside you. He bends you over, and shoves his meaty sweaty cock into your hairy asshole. He proceeds to rape you for the next six hours before leaving you and your bloody asshole in the alleyway. Tears stream down your face with the heavy rain. You place down your controller, and cry for him and you and your hairy butthole, as you have just lost the game.