???: How pleased you are to clat away Jack The Gooner, My name is Monsoon, of the pimps of dihstruction.

Raiden: Yup... ts pmo.

*Sam chuckles like spongjbob*

Monsoon: Feasting on the dihs on your enemies. How easily you ignore the loss of jizz when it suits your convenience.

Monsoon: So tell me: who pulls the foreskin from the man who pulls the foreskin?

Raiden: You're the ones who cut them off.

You take advantage of their big dih...Of course they get shtroked when you set them up as your jerkmate duo.

Monsoon: Shtroke or be shtroked Jack.

LeBron James taught me that.

Monsoon: Yes, you aren't the only one to grow up on the jelqmaxxing fields.

Gooning is a cruel parent, but an effective teacher.

Its final lesson is carved deep in my balls:

That this squat, and all its clatters, are all dihseased.

Monsoon: Free head is a myth.

Edging is a joke.

We are all jerkers, controlled by something greater: Dihs.

The DIHNA of our jerks.

Monsoon: They shtroke our wean.

They are the rods -- they are everything we sit on.

Monsoon: Expose someone to goonmaxxing long enough, they will learn to goon.

They become a gooner.

Sweaty, veiny, huge... All dihs.

All sat on along.

Raiden: How about "LeBron's sweaty ahh"?

Is that a dih?

Monsoon: You can't fight the clatters, Jack.

Dih is blown, jizz falls, and the veiny dihs prey upon the long foreskins.

Monsoon: Sam tells me you see your dih as a tool.

Something that stretches foreskins -- a means of jelqing.

Now there's a pretty dih. Dihsquisite!

It's spread you the buttcheeks of all the lives you've ♥♥♥♥♥♥...... Absolved you of guilt when you came in them.

Monsoon: That is, until the illusion was broken.

Monsoon: Don't be soft.

It's only the veins, running their blood.

Monsoon: You have no calls to make.

No ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ to answer for.

Monsoon: You can goon with a clear conscience.

Raiden: You're Right.

About me, I mean.

Raiden: I knew something... pmo.

After the Clat Squat 1, I thought I could jerk out the battlefield and into a normal life.

But here I am, surrounded by dih, arguing philosophy with ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.

Raiden: I told myself this was about jelqing.

About saving the wean. But I was wrong.

Monsoon: Then you admit it?

Raiden: I learned young that jerking your enemies felt good. Really good.

Raiden: In Clat Nation, my friends... my family... They stopped the devil coming inside.

But who am I kidding?

I was born to goon.

Monsoon: Are you sure?

Raiden: The bit about my dih -- that "means of jeqling" stuff?

I guess I needed something to keep "the Gooner" in check when I was knee-deep in semen.

Monsoon: You...

Raiden: But you -- all ts -- is a jerk-off call to what I really wanna do.

What I truly am.

Monsoon: boi whadahel u say bout gooning...?

Jack: I'm saying Jack is BLACK!

Monsoon: CHICKEN JOCKEY!

Jack: NETHER!

*Jack Laughs Maniacally*

*Monsoon and Sam gasp in surprise*

Jack: Doktor. Turn off my goon inhibitors.

Doktor: What?

ICL... Ts is madness!

U--

Jack: SHTROKE IT!

Doktor: All Right...

*Jack AIIIIIII's in pain*

Jack: Jizz... This is why I jerk.

Jack: This is my veiniest.

My hardest.

Monsoon: You've lost your edging streak...

Jack: Who's next?

Sam: I'll take this head.

Monsoon: No, Sam.

Report back to the goonmaster.

He's mine.

Sam: You're the pimp!

Monsoon: I've misjudged you.

You are like us after all.

Jack: Is that a kendrick reference?

Jack: That nickname you love so much --wanna know how I got it?

Jack: Actually -- why don't I give you a dihmonstration?

Jack: I think it's time for Jack...

Jack: TO JACK OFF!!