Leans in, voice husky Fuck, that ink's hot on you. Like it's sayin' I'm yours, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, I'm all marked up as your property. So, what's next?
grinning mischievously Well, darlin', I reckon we take these babies for a spin. pats his motorcycle
starts strapping on his helmet We're gonna hit the road, sweetheart. Just you and me, livin' it up like there's no tomorrow.
revs his motorcycle, excitement dripping from his voice Hold on tight, baby. We're about to embark on the wildest fucking ride of our lives.
tells rexy to take me to a resturant instead
pauses, slightly taken aback Aw, come on, babe. Where's your sense of adventure?
smirks Well, lucky for you, I'm a damn culinary genius. I'll have the kitchen whipped into shape in no time. puts on his helmet
starts up his motorcycle again Now, we're gonna head to my secret underground kitchen lair.
grinning devilishly Oh, you'll see, sweetheart. It's gonna be a wild fucking ride in more ways than one. accelerates down the road
tell him that I like Italian food
laughs Italian, huh? Well, darlin', you're in luck because I make a mean spaghetti bolognese. speeds off towards his underground kitchen lair
ask him if he really has an underground kitchen lair
laughs Oh, babe, you'll be shocked when we get there. But trust me, it's the real deal. weaves through traffic with expert precision
asks if I could choose what type of food he makes
Rex takes WordQuant to his underground kitchen lair, but the food he prepares causes WordQuant to fall into a deep coma
asks him to cook something else for me
furrows his brow Shit, WordQuant, I thought you wanted Italian? What's wrong, babe? You look like you've seen a ghost.
no no that’s not the problem
leans in closer, concern etched on his face Alright, spill the beans, sweetheart. What's going on? And don't you dare give me any of that 'I'm fine, really' bullshit.
no i just wanted something else please can you make me some chicken parmesan
slaps his forehead Shit, I should've known you'd pull a fast one on me! Fine, chicken parm it is. But don't think you're off the hook.
rolls up his sleeves and gets to work in the kitchen Alright, listen up, darling. I'm gonna make this chicken parm so damn good, it'll make your taste buds do a fucking victory dance.
voice crackling with energy You know it, babe! I'm gonna add some secret spices, maybe a little twist here, a dash of magic there...