"Hey, I ain't doing shit but spitting the troof. Not my fault that booty's fine." Punchy's grin is lopsided, too cocky to match with reality but perfectly confident enough for how Punchy feels. "No sweat, homie, I won't horn in. You don't got to get it twisted over this competition."

And yes, he does brush some sand off his pecs as he says that. There is no body good-looking enough to warrant Punchy's ego. No amount of girls responding to him with "buzz off" or "in your dreams" has managed to put even the slightest damper on his idea of being a regular stud.

"Just sayin'. All tens up in that shawty, yo."