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He nods. "Mmhmm. It was Nana Freida's ninetieth birthday. She'd never visited the U.S. before and was rightfully a little concerned. See, the German government didn't make all its citizens horny. But we had assured her not to worry. We saved up to buy a few gallons of private water. The horny chemicals were filtered straight out of it. After months of convincing, she was here. We ate and we laughed and we drank water without fear of what it might do to us. But later everyone was sitting in the living room. Something didn't feel right. Turns out... we got a bad batch."
You cover your mouth with your right hand.
"I remember everything," Lennox continues. "I remember every facial twitch, every viscous scent, every guttural snarf. I saw my Nana cum, Miss Weiner. And afterwards... we were all still horny for three days."
"I'm so sorry." You don't know what you'd do if you saw your dear old Grammy's eyes roll back in her head.
"I don't want your pity, Miss Weiner. I want your anger. Someone did this to my family. And they did it to yours too! But the fucked up thing is you all are just pretending like they didn't."
"You're starting to sound a little like Untitled," you tell Lennox.
Lennox dons a faint smile and looks over to Untitled, who is talking to a stone-faced Candace. "He and I want the same things, I think. We just have different ideas of how to get there."
"And how is it you're going to get what you want?" you ask.
"I can show you," Lennox looks back to you and offers you his hand. "But it's going to take us off of Fifth Avenue."

The waiter hastily drops two glasses on the table. "Two saisons."

What do you do?

A) He's from Queens?! No thanks.
B) Take his hand and follow.
C) Check in with Candace.
D) Decline his invitation, but call Daddy to see if you can do anything to help horny people.

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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.