Oh, there'd better be six of you. One each to hold my calls, my jacket, my watch, my shirt and my shoes while I...
On further reflection, you've got me outmatched. I'm big enough to admit that I probably couldn't take on more than four of you at any one time.
In fact, forget all that macho bullshit. What I really need to know is could you hook a brother up with some of the sticky icky? It's a real dry spell over here.
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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.