Clusters of straight people, over-populators really, who tend to clog up certain venues you'd like to go to, and who usually have their bawling, sniveling brats in tow. They're LOUD, VERY LOUD! with a surfeit of laughter and are yeasty with the stench of stale wine hanging over them like the pall of DEATH. They're always in your way.
We wanted to eat a nice meal at my favorite restaurant, but were repulsed by the legions of cackling breederatti and their unsupervised larvae who were partying there. So we ended up microwaving dietetic frozen meals at home instead.
The words scrumptious and yummy had sex and scrummers is their love-child. Not only a descriptive of that which is ultimately delicious to the mouth, but an exclamation of certain gays upon encountering a particularly hunky man, usually accompanied by an agitation of hands and said with a squeal.
"Oh looky over there, Ms. Thang! Break me off a piece of that man-cake. Somebody's been working out. That is one stud that I find SCRUMMERS!", or, "The disguised food critic caused all the patrons of the restaurant to turn around ogle when he screached, 'SCRUMMERS!' over the Lard Pie he had just tasted."