Jack Modder
A meaty man. Squeeze him and you get a gallon of modder sauce. Worth more than a gold bar. Thighs so big they could break a cop’s knee.
I saw Jack Modder in the gym. He looked like a sausage link. I paid him 20 bucks for a taste.
My cousin tried to grab Jack Modder’s leg. He got a face full of modder sauce and a broken nose.
At the club, Jack Modder walks in. The place goes silent. Then it explodes.