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- I'll turn you into a man women

want to share their sexuality with.

OK, so basically I'll be your slave

for a half year...

- Imagine how much you'll learn!

- Sorry, bro.

Chris, come on.

Chris!

Imagine the power!

- What did he say?

- "Imagine the power, Christian!"

I think he loves this image of himself

as a sex god.

And you?

- What about me?

- Do you want to be seen as a sex god?

I happen to be an atheist,

so I don't believe in gods.

But that's a stupid answer.

Honest answer.

Seriously?

Yes. I do.

You do?

You want me to view you

as a sex god?

Why?

According to Aristotle,

being sexually active is a virtue.

So according to virtue ethics...

Come on,

no sneaky philosophical answers.

A sneaky question deserves

a sneaky answer. Tit for tat.

Are you coming to The Owlery tonight?

I was planning on reading.

Are you going?

Yes.

With you.

- All right. Maybe.

- Not maybe. Join me.

And I'll tell all my girlfriends

what a sex god you are.

They already know.

I sent out a group e-mail.

If you have any intention

of passing on your genes, be careful.

"Mylian" sounds like something

from Lord of the Rings.

I hereby forbid you to think

about Mulan... Mylian... Muliano.

- Why?

- Because you like her.

I can't talk to her

because I like her?

Like her as much as you want,

just stop caring so much.

Mylion... Muylita... Muyliano...

Sounds like a French porn actress.

She may not even like me.

Can we talk about something else?

Forget it!

Don't worry.

They'll calm down, mom.

Dick or sack?

- What?

- Dick or sack?

- Sack?

- Dick.

- It was dick.

- OK.

Dick or sack?

Sack.

- What the hell is that?

- Huh?

What is that?

Your dick is supposed to be a reward.

That looks like a f***ing punishment.

Dick or sack?

- Dick.

- Sack.

People go out to get p*ssy.

We go out to give dick.

- Hello, boys.

- Hi!

- This is Christian.

- Elisa.

He may seem shy, but once you get

his clothes off, he's a monster.

Like the Hulk?

I like to call myself

the Incredible Spunk.

That was really bad.

Chicks consider me

a good lay, period.

We don't realize that you're

just using us as hot sex objects.

Let me know if you feel abused.

Don't you worry about that.

Nobody can abuse the Spunk.

- Are you all right?

- Yes. I'm fine.

But you really have to stop

saying Spunk.

I'll do my best.

- Elisa, where are we going?

- It's your party.

Let's go to The Owlery.

Good prices, good people.

F*** it!

The Party Prince has spoken.

One last round of champagne?

- Has she called?

- Huh?

- Has she called?

- No, not yet.

- Have you texted her?

- Three times. She hasn't responded.

Trust me. Don't send any more.

You'll just seem pushy.

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