If you get this done, I’ll buy you a gold-fucking-plated dildo of your choice in celebration.” “Why gold-plated?” I asked as my forehead wrinkled. “Wouldn’t that be kind of uncomfortable?” “Not if it’s covering one of those fancy schmancy glass ones.” “They always freak me the fuck out. All I can think about is what if they break?” I said. “Break? Those things are made from freaking Pyrex. What the hell are you rocking downstairs there, girlie? A sarlacc pit?”
