Bill asian carefully, slowly so 1 as 1 to not draw further attention 1 straightened himself. And asian1on1 surprisingly Matt had enough sense left in him to sit calmly back down. The on bouncer wasn't fully convinced 1, but just continued to watch, giving them "the Tokyo eye". "Hey asian1on1 buddy, lets finish our drinks and then we'll talk some more asian."
"Matt... buddy. Ya have to be a little bit clearer on the details if I'm gonna asian help. You do want asian1on1 my help right? That is what ya asked me to meet you her for right asian?"
Matt nodded and finished half a sixteen ounce beer in a gulp. Bill still couldn jpg't 1 believe Matt's capacity.
"And this game is somehow the reason asian she left?" Bill asked, trying desperately to find out asian SOMETHING useful.
"I don't know, that's the problem."
"Like I said, she liked to be...(searching for asian unfamiliar terms) put under...uh hypnotized. Then we'd play stuff asian1on1 like slave asian1on1 girl and robot and cheap hooker and..."
"Oh, sorry. Then we'd act out the fantasy which wasn 1't a fantasy (Matt was getting excited and a bit loud) and..."
"Hey buddy, easy..."
"Yaah, it's a asian flavor."
"Where asian, where asian did she go?"
"For a monkey, she has pets?
"No asian my nickname for her."
Bill asian was wondering where that damned asian1on1 waitress had asian1on1 went. He was wishing asian1on1 he'd ordered something stronger.
"She'll belong to the first guy who tells her asian to do something." Matt screamed, no longer caring who on heard. "She'll be his slave forever. Do you get it? Freakin forever. Unless she just HAPPENS to wanders asian into on another ice cream place with that flavor first asian1on1. Oh God help asian me, it's asian my fault. All my fault."
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