Just imagine, there you are, in the Colosseum, and standing before you is a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ giraffe. He's a horny boy and so are you. You're both salivating extra hard and the audience watches with tightly-held breath as you close the distance.

Then, you start sucking that giraffe off. You get to work like Emperor Jinping on his kidnapped toddlers, sucking and slurping and oinking and brapping and cooming and gooning and swallowing. You're chugging that giraffe jizz and the giraffe is throwing his head all about as the audience chants your name.

You start sucking REALLY hard and swallowing even harder. The giraffe's head caves into his neck and slowly his neck caves into his torso, and then his legs slowly cave in as well, and you're still going, images of ♥♥♥♥♥-jannies rotting flashing through your mind. The ♥♥♥ stops flowing and the giraffe keels over.

You stand tall as the gathered people bellow a standing ovation. Roses are tossed to you, women swooning all around. You did it, champ, you did it. Now you know the true taste of victory