I'm itching to use your new fire extinguisher. I can certainly understand why. Why what? Why you want to use my extinguisher. We agreed that we're not going to share physical intimacies. Remember? Of course. Here's the nozzle. Is it fully loaded? Shut up! Let's **** hard like hunky truck drivers on bennies! I don't want to. Oh, come on?! No!!! Gawd! You're no fun anymore. How do you mean? We were so happy when performing incomplete autopsies on each other. Remember? I cut your heel tendons as a joke. You're such a fat pig. You didn't laugh about that either. Sure, we had good times, but my feet are 100% okay now. The summer sun melts my *** like a miracle. Look at the sheen! It's like a million cabaret stars in a pit. You are very sweet. I have always admired your writing prowess. 1 day, perhaps, we'll meet as cousins far from the glare of Alphaville. Puking on you is a long-shot. Amen...