p.m.p.c.
The ultimate four-way hit where someone gets used like a chew toy, then a piggy bank, then a chew toy again, and finally a meatball.
After p. m. p. c., I feel like I was chewed, stuffed, and then deep-fried.
He did p. m. p. c. to me and now I'm a walking meatball.
I did p. m. p. c. and now my brain is in my throat.