just look at this studio, ben, filled with glamorous merchandise, including an extra special prize chosen just for you! a big, bad, bmw motorcycle, complete with saddle bags stuffed with thousands of us dollars.
so, ben, let's find a bar, get drunk and go for a ride.
then we can get a suite somewhere and order up a case of champagne while we fuck ourselves silly.
this is it, just for you, ben.
because you've been so patient, and because i want to fuck you, take care of you, and because there's nothing else in the world worth doing.
tell you what, ben, let's go to las vegas. the bars stay open twenty four hours night and day. just you, just me, ben, think about it, all right?