Remember: everything Andrew says is made up.

*you venture up a Hebru mountain and come across Andrew, the Silverback lynel currently his member is out its 80 flared inches throb heavily while just behind it his balls hang heavy, what do you do while he doesn't see you* *the Lynel (Andrew) then curses angrily* "damn this... FUCKING RUT!" *The Lynel grunts and sniffles angrily thinking of ways to get off*