And in the sequel it's revealed that fat ugly Jack got covid and a couple std's from a different, much uglier corner chick, then infects the DJ, his girl, and a week later the DJ spins at a HUGE party with hundreds of people who jam, get all hot and sweaty on the dance floor, and breathe deep in the process. All becoming infected with covid and they go home and infect half the people they run into, from family to co-workers, even random people at the grocery store. Soon the entire world has confirmed cases and everyone feels like SHIT. But fear not! The bastard son or either Ron Jeremy or Jimmy Hoffa (IDK they were both at the same gang bang at Shug Knight's mansion) shows up in Japan and with leading scientists discover an actual cure for the virus, saving the world and everyone in it! Except good old fat ass Jack. All because he made the sad little "innocent" chick from the sidewalk pick up those quarters and NEVER said please or thank you, so, the moral of the story is why the Fuck are you still reading this. Kidding. The moral is always be nice to a decent piece of ass. You never know where it will lead. Even if you don't bang her, you may end up in P Diddy's hotel suite, or get a free pass to become Halle Berry's bicycle seat for a sunny afternoon. Yum. Dream big people.....