Staring deeply into her nipples, you ask: "Hey, would you like to go to a nice restaurant for dinner with me Friday night?"
She takes a deep breath before answering; you watch her breasts shudder slightly. But no! Before you can hear her answer, Sigall comes up behind you and swings a family sized can of chicken noodle soup into the back of your head. You are out cold!
You wake up in jail with a cheap bandage job on your aching head. Beside you, a fat greasy toothless guy says "You'll sleep through about anything! Tee Hee!" He makes a fucking gesture by sliding his finger into the cupped fingers of his left hand.