“You will discharge, what is the word, your seminal fluid, onto the floor of your dad’s car, onto my daughter's blouse, onto her beautiful hair. Premature. Disgusting. Botched. This is how you will not get my girl, you see. It is arranged that you will never have her after how badly this goes. A bungled thing is not a thing at all. The failure will toxify the budding romance.
Only silence came from the kitchen now…”
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