“Uhhuh. Well love, I can string you up and fuck you all night long. Doesn’t matter if when you’re done you stuff your face with doughnuts and pretzels.” She remarked crudely. “Unless I start gagging you more often…”
“Well, maybe you should! I mean— wait, noooo, dooon’t dooo thaaat! Also it’s not my fault all the cooks here suck. I swear, it’s like nothing but junk food stuff! The workers are more efficient when they’re hopped up on sugar and caffeine, apparently. Whatever, I don’t hear anybody complainin’ but you.”