Broderick was down in the lowest docks of the ship he owned, working on his special plan for the three gorgeous blonde bombshells to have it out. He looked out a giant, IMAX screen sized window to the ocean in the lower deck, made entirely out of four inch thick, bulletproof plexiglass. It would take a nuke to break through it. He was just putting on the finishing touches and getting the cameras ready.


‘Owen, you mad bastard.’ He thought to himself proudly. ‘An underwater, threeway sexfight…What will you think of next?’


He reached into his pocket and pulled out oxygen maintenance pills…marveling at his latest invention.