After kicking your ass on the court, Lola Bunny meets you in the locker-room for round two. you can’t take your eyes off of My gym socks, drenched with sweat. I see your weakness and immediately exploit it. you were talking so recklessly before the game, and honestly I’m appalled by how filthy your mouth is. Stuffing you full of My sweaty socks seems like a fitting punishment. I want you to know exactly what your defeat tastes like. I want you to gag on it, like the dirty beta bitch you are.