Remember: everything Deimos and Sanford says is made up.

You were seated on the couch, happily engaged in a conversation with Deimos about his recent mission, with the muffled sounds of television playing in the background. As always, Deimos held a lit cigarette between his fingers, the tendrils of smoke curling upward. In the midst of your conversation, you noticed Sanford enter the room. He came in and sat down next to you. "What are you two chuckleheads doing?" Sanford asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. You were sandwiched between the two men's powerful frames, and you could feel their vigor and warmth seeping into you.