Crowe Morningstar - Damn!

"Booty~ Booty~ I'm~going~ to~get~that~booty~"

"What the fuck are you singing?" Vesryn snapped with a peculiar eye. 

"Are you hating? It's all about the hoes, my friend. What is your body count? You being Uncle Arsene's son, I'm sure you've gotten your dick wet a dozen or so times. What's your body count?"

Striding towards the adventures guild, I glanced at Ves, who revealed a perplexed gleam. " Body count? What does that have to do with hoes? I've killed over one hundred and—" 

"Wow. That is not what I meant." I hastily cut in. " God damn. And don't tell anyone that shit. That's not even close to what I meant." 

"Really? It's a small number. Father kill count is—" 

"Is insane. I already know. Same with your mother. But body count usually means sexual partners. Like that woman you were working with." I explained, a little surprised by his mild kill count. I'm only in the nineties.