"Tiger Mountain is this way. They do a good show, tigers. I mean, sometimes you'll just have them lying around all day, being nocturnal and all, but about three times a day they have these special sessions where they do things you would expect tigers to do. I've been here a couple of times before." He actually paid about fifteen hundred dollars a year to that effect; the only reason he bought tickets was because he approved of what they were doing.
"I think anyone would understand pausing a date to go bang Jake Gyllenhaal. Jakey. Jacob. He's a keeper. I mean this in a completely heterosexual way, but I would like to sodomize him," Gar said, smirking wide enough that even some of the nearby exhibits got the joke.
Gar and Rose passed by a couple walking the other way and missed a very interesting hushed conversation that went something like this:
"I told you! Men just want me."
"Shush."
"Let me at least go talk to him. Just talk! And lick."
"Jake, no."
"C'mon, Reese, you're being mean."
"Quiet, you. I'm not having a repeat of the Dick Grayson incident."
"It's not my fault he was so pretty I just had to make out with him."
"We're not talking about it. Now put your hand on my ass."