I rarely drink, but last night, after several hours and several beers at the bar, I found myself face to face with two huge boobs. They weren’t the breasts of a young woman, but those of an old man. Still, the taste of a nipple is genderless.

“Call me Red Thunder. My partner, Silent Lightning, is invisible, but noisy.”

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