Or an ethereal bisexual long-legged socialist to purr into his ear to remember to exhale before firing, and to use the edge of his finger to pull the trigger so that the barrel doesn't jerk away from the target at the last second. And also to aim at the largest fucking center of mass, for fuck's sake this isn't an FPS even if you live your life feeling like Elvis from Perfect Dark.
He needed the erection to steady himself for the shot, not unlike a tripod. He lost it when one of the cops popped up over the roof like a sweaty gopher, and thus lost aiming stability.
"No, no, you see, when he said 'whites rule' and gave a Nazi salute at a show, it was just a joke, bro! They were having a wine drinking contest back stage, that's all!"
They unironically did this (well, ironically, I guess) in Assassin's Creed: Odyssey. You have to play bodyguard for the Olympic champion representing Sparta, whose name is Testikles.
There's also a random mercenary encounter named Testiklos the Nut who is his half-brother.
Reaching for the parrot while muttering, "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Thankfully, they're harmless to humans, although they're basically the apex predators of the insides of your walls. They are the synthesis of "bro" and "eldritch nightmare fuel."
There are a couple of deleted scenes in the OT that really played into this, too.