You really think I invited someone like you to my party to hang out and have a good time? Oh no. You see I invited you to my party to be the ‘men’s room’ – in other words you down on your knees, mouth open, and eagerly awaiting whatever the men here decide to dispose of into you.
Spit, cum, whatever. All I know is by the time the party is over, my men’s room better be spotless.