(Dirk could talk to this guy all day, every day, he thinks. It has been a while since he got to enjoy a conversation where someone bit back and copped him some attitude. All it does is make his smirk broaden and his shoulders shake with a brief, silent laugh.)
Listen, doll, if you want me to be your personal escort, you can call me whatever you like. I wouldn't be so lame as to go with my normal name. I'd go for something a bit classier. (A beat. He nudges his glasses up his nose, still grinning.) Like Horse Cock 3000 or something.
(He really did just deliver that lame-ass joke with a straight face. Incredible.)
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Listen, doll, if you want me to be your personal escort, you can call me whatever you like. I wouldn't be so lame as to go with my normal name. I'd go for something a bit classier. (A beat. He nudges his glasses up his nose, still grinning.) Like Horse Cock 3000 or something.
(He really did just deliver that lame-ass joke with a straight face. Incredible.)