Sam groaned. "I was joking about the simulation, Jay, don't get any ideas." For that, he took another shot. Whoa there! "And come the hell on! Time to man up, my friend. If you like Isobel, then you fight for her. You show her that you're good for her, not like any of those other fucktards that are in the picture."
He snickered jovially. "And yes, an instruction manual would be handy, but that would take away some of their intense feminine mystique."