Bull. You ain't gonna hurt him just to spite me. [He doesn't seem too worried about that.] And he doesn't think yer nasty or anything, it's just me he can't stand. The whole one-degree from being screwed by--.... one degree away from frotting with me. You can see how that's weird, can't yo? Still, don't let that get in the way of a good time. If you stop giving him his regular meat injections... or taking them from him or... or whatever he needs you for, I'll beat the shit out of you for that, too.

[He finally stands up off of the desk, giving his cigarette a good twisting step into the carpet to make sure it's out, around so much scattered paper.] I think you don't need another piercing. Yer... shiny... and attention grabbing enough.