[His finger was on the button all along, but then Gundam just starts going off on this pedantic rant about animal fucking? Is that what he's talking about? Ryuji stares at him, not really hearing what he's saying but more about how passionate he is about the things he's going on about, focusing in only when he hears things like "asexual" and "eggs" and suddenly Ryuji is just lost in his head for a few moments.
Actually.
It goes something like.
Sweat, baby, sweat, baby sex is a Texas drought me And you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel Nuts, yes, I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert And you're getting two thumbs up You've had enough of two-hand touch, You want it rough, you're out of bounds I want you smothered, want you covered.]
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Actually.
It goes something like.
Sweat, baby, sweat, baby sex is a Texas drought me
And you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel
Nuts, yes, I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert
And you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch,
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered.]
Like my Waffle House hash browns.
[Wait, what?
He shakes his head and presses "4."]
...Dude.