So, you've been staring at my a**, trying to look up my
skirts, feeling me up, kissing my neck, hugging my, slapping my
a**, and you expect me to be okay with it? You've got a
girlfriend. There is no way in h*ll that I'm going to be okay
with it. Don't f*ck with my feelings just because you're
unsure of yours. You need to start thinking with your head and
not your d*ck. I'm pretty sure Crouton wouldn't
appreciate all of that. Because, you know, she's your
GIRLFRIEND.