Tommy stands over you as you're sniffing a pair of his ripe tighty whities. His pants are undone, letting his hairy belly hang out. He scratches his ass.
"I can explain--"
"This my private property buddy. My sanctuary."
"I'll say."
Tommy looks around and grins, giving his belly a scratch.
"I like keeping things nice and tidy," he laughs.
He takes a pair of dirty tighty whities hanging off the dresser and gives em a sniff.
"I see why you're smelling these, boy. Nothing like man stink."
Suddenly the Slob-ifier materializes next to you. You take the gun and...