...ever so slowly, shrek pulled out of me. "Aye, this is me swamp," he said, motioning the outstretched arm - the one that hadn't penetrated my urethra - to the vast landscape. I could see it in the moonlight - the trees, the mud, the fog - it would be the perfect place to raise our kid.
"What should we call him? Carl?" I asked, as my titan slid his eshrection out of my quivering body.
"Ogre my dead body," my prince replied. "Bob. It will be Bob, my dear, dear Shadow."