“You’re about to say one of a few things; I hate you, Diesel. Your dick should not be that good. I’m in your cult now. I can’t stand you. You think you the shit, don’t you?” He turned and looked at me, flicking the excess water in my face. “And no, you don’t. Yes, my dick is so fucking good, and I’m happy to have you in my cult, it’s a great place to be. And I know I’m the shit and so do you. Does that cover it, Ms. Greysen?”
