had my heart broken by this woman named tammy

Jupiter was still wondering if he could make an athletic cup out of the shell when a voice reached his ears. Aw yis it sounded like a woman. He loved snarky women. And here he was thinking about putting the boys up. Tsk tsk. He turned and was pleased to see that yes, it was indeed a woman. Though she was shorter than him by a great deal she was built like a bear and if her manner was any indicator she could probably give him a run for his money in a wrestling match. To add to her intrigue, she smelled strongly of Valhalla. All in all he couldn't have been happier with this opportunity.

"Oh," he said lazily, "Nothing much just trying to decide if this little beastie is the right shape to cradle the cock. For, you know, hypothetical fight related purposes of course." Two could play the snark game and Jupiter welcomed a laugh at his expense. A laugh was a laugh and amusement, even if it painted him in a poor light, was something he could work with. His eyes rolled heavenward briefly as though considering her words more carefully. "So I suppose it depends on your definition of 'special' huh?"