The Honey Pot Company organic cooling herbal infusion menstrual pads, for women with vaginas so incredibly blown out-- via riding baseball sized bulbous bedposts and masturbating with bananas by the bunch --they can't contain tampons... the selection with essential oils including mint, a menthol-like odor; the scent hits Jim's olfactory senses like a sledgehammer. He remembers all too well the past randoms he rekt who were forced to utilize said product to sponge up heavy flow. He wonders if Korvayne is aware of her noxious stench. That and the inclusion of the foul rotting aquatic snatch stink inherent in a high volume, back-to-back close proximity multi-partner lifestyle. Meh, not his problem. Let the SIMP receive Korvayne's bountiful gift of gonorrhea with a UTI to boot.

He departs.

Oh, and he pulls free and pockets the autograph slut photo Korvayne stapled to his forehead when he and Charlie apparently took a moment during their brawl to allow this action--- as if Charlie wouldn't have taken the opportunity to try to retire another female from the roster as he so proudly brags, heh, weird ---with future uses in mind of forging her signature for all sorts of wacky, trouble causing dumbass reasons he would then explain off to the authorities if caught as being purely "all part of the show" in the XWF.

As he walks, he concurs that while his true purpose of pursuing punishing justice in context with Cucky Nickles had been served and sated for the time being, interacting with Kor' had revealed that aside of her being a rancid bitch, he finds her cunty attitude endearing. Yep, Korvayne is good people.