"Ooooh so whatcher sayin' is, it was one of them kinky dealies? Oh mister mechanic, I seem to have somethin' jammed in my carburetor...would you...mind lubing it up? With those strong greasy fingers. Bedroom eyes ensue." Not even able to muster a straight face, Badou was reeling with laughter once more, the chair quaking dangerously under his dumb ass as he made vague hand gestures to demonstrate.

He wiped a tear, wheezed, righted himself to prevent himself from going backwards splat onto aforementioned ass, and let his fingers curl into his pocket to retrieve a cigarette from a crumpled pack. As he eyed her he sobered, tucking his prize between his lips. "Can't say I know the feelin' but it's gotta beat appearances, powderin up your nose, wallet problems, an stuffin socks down yer draws...er not that I've ever had the need to do that but y'know what I mean."