Boss, give me a cucumber.
No, you are blind, see clearly, this is a sex toy store, not a restaurant.
Damn, you are stupid. Of course you have to go to a sex toy store to buy cucumbers. Cucumbers, I'm talking about cucumbers, do you understand?
Oh, why do you, a grown man, use cucumbers? Don't you have them yourself?
I want you to control whether there is any.
If you have it, I'll get it for you.
Take a look, these are the latest arrivals in the store. They are just like the real ones, they are fleshy and very comfortable.
No, boss, I want fresh ones.
Damn it, you are fucking teasing me, you still need to eat, get out of here.
Really not, boss.
Get out of here.
By the way, boss, I think this cucumber you have is pretty good. Why don't you let me try it? If it's fresh, I'll pay a high price for it. I don't know, what do you think?
Get lost, I'm a fucking straight man.
It doesn't matter. I don't mind that you are a straight man. Take it out quickly and stop the ink stains.
Damn it, don't take off my fucking pants. Ah, don't use your mouth, I. ． ． ． I. ． ． ． ． ． I can't stand it anymore.
I want to know if there are any pure straight men in this world, so I poked at you. I guarantee you will laugh till you vomit blood.
Hahahaha, the author was already laughing while writing. What are you waiting for? Let's have some cucumber to calm down the panic.
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