"....and son, remember, the next time you're throat deep on some grizzled slob's pecker, don't allow him to grab the back of your head and manhandle you. You look that hefty bear straight in his face with the softest bedroom eyes you can muster and in your sluttiest manwhore voice snarl, "hey stud, hands off the merchandise, ole Bluto's gonna take good care of his man."