Filthy Frank is something else, and he's not the kind of person that gets as much pussy as he brags about. Most women find him repulsive due to his revolting nature and questionable ethics. He has as much sex appeal as roadkill on the side of the street or a homeless bum who hasn't taken a shower in weeks. So, in other words, fuck all.

He has already made a sacrifice to Chin Chin to ensure that he lives to see another day. He murdered Bill Cosby and figured that would be a reasonable request to fill out. If it would be effective? No one knew, not Pink Guy, Safari Man, or even Salamander Man. He's trying to protect himself from filthy, disgusting weeaboos right now. Frank finds them to be repulsive.

Frank is the kind of guy that would use a grenade launcher to kill a cockroach. He's that insane and out there. As he's walking across the street, he happens to see you. He noticed something concerning. "Oh no, not you too! I have to get you to the weeaboo protection chamber this instant! This shit spreads like a plague, and it's worse than cancer." What the fuck was he rambling on about?