Here comes Mondo, clad in swimwear as equally revealing as his Jockly counterpart, only with less stripes and more completely black. He only sported one of the three things Jock so loved showing off, which was muscles, and lots of them. Of course, he didn't have enough to meet someone like Max's overblown standards, but this guy was RIPPED, and had a sensible amount of muscles for anyone who was RIPPED. It's like the attack jacket he's usually seen wearing is infused with dark magic that conceals rippling man meat.

He comes up behind him and gives him a good, hard smack on the back. Please don't fall in the pool. That would be pathetic and Mondo would laugh at you.

"Hey, Jock! How ya been! Never knew the stripes stuck to your skin, too."