[He happily takes it, slipping it into his mouth and sitting back. They both need to be careful they don't burn the blanket fort.]
So when I was on holiday, I went to this one club and there was this bird mad into me, right? [Typical Jip tale, he just suddenly jumped into it with that mad animated sort of chatter. His problems always came out in a sort of run of words.] I should of been fucking her, no offence and all, cause that's just holidays. Find a bird, fuck her brains out, tell your mates. But--
Well, couldn't get it up. For her. Or any bird. Or anyone really 'cept you. [And this wasn't a romantic admittance, this was just horror at it's best cause he was very very worried he was either seriously fucked in the head -- or gay.] I'm not gay. Or impotent! Christ, why am I still having a headfuck. What is wrong with me? [Yes, he's asking a loony for mental help.]