"i mean, you can still give me the sex talk? apparently.. i'm still missin' out on a whole lotta things. calm ya' horses, friend. i meant it like..---- you people. like all of you. you're all mean. so very mean. there's absolutely nothin' wrong with being a master. if i had the guts for that.. i would do it myself. but unfortunately i'm so lazy and without any sign of a strict hand. are you technically saying right now that ya' want me on my knees for you? tsk, tsk."

"oh, please. as if any of that is actually fuckin' needed. y'know, some people don't even have those many options. maybe ya' should at least try to be more modest about your lifestyle. nah, dude. not a virgin. that's loooong gone already. wait, what'dya mean with that? why do you people ALWAYS feel the apparently urgent need to insult the fuck outta me? that's so mean and i might as well just quit everythin' right here. wait, okay.. not gonna lie. that comliment tugged ya' back in. i forgive you, i forgive you. you can stay. psht, really?"

"okay. so, if ya' let go off me.. i will help you out of your miserable situation."

"well, ex-fuckin-cuuuse you. first off, i look BRILLIANT in that jacket. y'know what? i don't even need a second argument. the first one is way too real and valid to be adding somethin' up to it."

"why, thank you. really, much appreciated. will be added to my list later on."

"will do, sweetheart."

"wow, why ya' gotta be so RUDE? i came here for a good time and i'm honestly feelin' so attacked right now. shit, man. you don't even begin to understand how much of a mess i am."

"psht, shut the fuck up, will ya'. i'm fuckin' intelligent as shit, alright. as if i'd put my mouth even anywhere near you after you just called me dumb. dream on, dude."

"get that judgmental tone away from me, will ya'. just 'cause not everyone's been fucked through an entire appartment whilst being tied to someone's wrist with a rope..---- does not mean i'm a virgin. i'm probably the kinkiest lil' shit of 'em all, not gonna lie. i mean, look at me. i'm kinky as it is. i'm a walkin' sin. dude, drink with me sometime. i get ya' ass so damn drunk that you wish you'd never met me. that's what you're used to, aye?"

"how big exactly are we talkin' about here?"

"wait.. are you tellin' me to shut up?"

"nah, man. i'm not much into bein' punished but then again.. i'm open minded. maybe i'm into the real kinky shit and don't even know it yet. i'm probably a real weirdo in the sack. who knows. i surely fuckin' don't. yeah, gettin' drunk 'til i see stars is my favorite thing to do. aye, let 'em bow down infront of ya', dude."

"sure, yeah. i rarely ever get to punish people. well, some people already feel punished by my company but.. yeah. y'know what i'm gettin' at. totally. i laughed, too. maybe 'cause i was drunk out of my fuckin' rockets but.. i don't even know. i highly doubt they would say that by pure honesty. they are probably just scared of ya', bein' completely honest."

"see, that's what i'm talkin' about, man. one look at my adonis body and you're swished off ya' feet forever."

"y'know.. if i had a heart, that probably would have hurt."

"yeah, sure. i don't even fuckin' doubt you on that, man. well, y'know.. i have been punched in the face while the other was still smilin', multiple times. i don't trust those shitty ass mixed signals anymore. i don't know if i'm able to trust your words. you say that you're fun but.. are you really? are you really?"

"that's what's fuckin' wrong with you people. isn't this whole thing meant to be FUN? learn to take a joke here and there, man. nothin' i say is meant to be taken seriously. i mean, you seem like fun and i'd hate to be disappointed."