He's a king of some sort. Or a superhero. He might wear a cape. He has a necklace made of suds. Women absolutely cannot help but appreciate the aassistance of a half-naked member of surficant royalty whose power is . . . . SUPER-WETTING ACTION.

No more crabbing! I'm fabbing! Mom's spitting mad rhymes.

I have 15 of these. Ready? Let's begin.