See? Horrifying. Throughout the encounter, I was bludgeoned with imaginary implements. And they hurt. They were the worst sort of bully, because they never told me what they were after. It was a silent terror. I tried to give them my money, but they were after something else. Maybe they wanted my identity.
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Maybe they were trying to teach you about safe sex. It must be frustrating to mime such lessons, so they simply resorted to beating the concept into you. Literally.
I'm sad to say I just noticed the allusion to Terry Tate, Office Linebacker!
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