- "Are you uncomfortable?" He whispered.

And she was.

She suckled the red juice of his ungloved fingers.

Warm and slippery.

Underneath the table, his organ strained to essence.

"I'm here for you."

He said as she grabbed handfuls of his hair.

Her dewy honeypot sticky with sweetness.

- [groans] - His probing piston

hot and raw sought her damp cavern.

He knew how to properly handle a woman

and a fish, but both together?

As she approached lubricated frenzy,

he leaned in and whispered-- - Seriously?

-I want all of you... - Wha--

[groans]

I think I just sprained my--

Never mind.

[upbeat music]

- This is America

Land of dreams

Everyone can climb higher

- Not you, though

- You're stuck here

- 'Cause you're a part-timer

- Yeah!

- You can do anything

- As long it's not hard

- And you can go anywhere

- As soon as you get a car

- You're gonna be a huge success

- Come on, that's not who you are

- You're a part-timer cursed with full-time dreams

And this low-paying job

Is as bad as it seems

Bad as it seems

What the [bleep] are you doing here?

Whoa

What the [bleep] are you doing here?

Oh

But seriously, dude. - Like, what the [bleep]?

- Romance? Me?

Ms. Cleon, are you reading my moon sign right?

I'm not the psychic one here, but...

the men in Sacramento are like-- - Lori!

- Like boys. Call you next week.

Lori, the health inspector's here and he's gonna fail us

and my dad said he won't bail me out this time.

It's so unfair! You burn down one Donut Hut--

- You don't have to worry.

I got a strategy that works every time.

- What if the inspector finds the rat droppings?

Or the larva? Or the cheese lice?

- Don't worry about that.

First, never let them lead.

As long as I'm in front, I'm in charge.

Which brings me to number two. Literally.

Never let them see the upstairs staff bathroom.

That's self explanatory.

- I didn't even know we had an upstairs staff bathroom.

- None of that even matters because the inspector is Carol

and we play on the same softball league

for childless adults. - But, Lori--

- Calm yourself down.

Oh, I better go clear the hotdog skins

from the kitchen sink.

Send her over in ten.

- [slurps]

- Pete, you want your shave clean.

Smooth. Intentional.

The eyes might be the window to the soul,

but the face is the escape hatch to the mind.

Now hand me that sweet Schick Hydro razor.

- Okay, weird guy that says the full names of products.

- Whoa.

- Oh, Pete just got his first whisker.

- Yeah, but it was a thick one.

- Weird.

Hey, Pete, could you stay after work and quiz me?

I've got an exam for nursing school

and I could really use your help.

- Yeah, sure. Yeah.

- Thanks, Pete.

both: Ooh.

- Holy shiz.

- What? - Bang-a-rang.

- Guys, what? - Pete...

today's the day you become a man.

Now, obviously,

Mads wants to take your relationship to the next level.

- Really? - Of course, dude.

She just asked for your "help".

That's an invitation to do stuff.

- What stuff? - All the stuff.

- Front stuff. Back stuff. Side-to-side.

- How...do I know when... to do this stuff?

- All females are different.

Some hop around when they're ready.

Some shake their haunches.

Some simply present their genitals when they're in estrus.

- Look, dude, older women will just straight up tell you

when they're ready to do the stuff.

Any of your mom's friends on Facebook?

How about your friend's moms?

[upbeat music]

[water sloshing]

- Are you fingering the rim?

[Spanish music]

What you need is a little backend wetness.

Are you Lori?

- Dale Stevens, Department of Health.

- Oh. Wh--where's Carol?

- Severe cat bites. Shall I lead?

[pen clicks]

- Hot and raw. - Ex--excuse me?

- Your meats. They're hot and raw.

All raw meats are supposed to be kept under 34 degrees.

- I-I'm sure they should be.

- Your honeypot is sticky with sweetness.

- [moans softly]

- You need to wipe the spillover down to, uh,

avoid pupa infestation.

[Spanish music]

- The AC is out. It's not usually--

- A damp cavern?

- Yes, a damp cavern.

- Is this blood? - Juice.

There's a carpet bump and-- - Whoa!

- Pete! - Oh, God! Sorry!

- Suckling the red juice from his ungloved fingers.

- Stop suckling your fingers and go get a towel.

- Sweet Jesus.

- Are we-- are we failing?

Why are you sweating? Are we failing?

- I'm not sweating. Everything's normal.

I'm drying out my parts. - Okay.

[Spanish music]

- [growls] - Oh!

- So I hear you know about the stuff.

- What stuff? - The stuff.

- Oh.

Well...yeah.

Um...

How do I know... when...

to do the stuff? - Mm-hmm.

- She'll let you know. You know?

"No" is easy.

She'll make excuses like,

"My dog's sick." You know?

"I'm washing my hair." "I'm tired."

Crap like that.

- So...what's a "yes"?

- Are you getting the "yes"?

- Yes.

- Good.

- Good luck out there now.

- His nimble fingers danced

down her newly-formed limbs.

("National Bestseller," "Pleasuring over a million women a year.") She may have been both woman and fish,

but he was all-- - Where have you been?

The juice is hardening--

What are you doing? That is my private, personal--

- I'm sorry, Lori.

I just wanted to know about the stuff.

- Is that him? - What?

- The voice of the Health Inspector.

Is he the narrator?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Is Dale the voice? - I don't know!

- Just go ask him.

He's on his way to the staff bathroom.

- The staff bathroom?

[sighs]

Just ask her out and don't be a jerk.

[Spanish music]

Sir. Dale--

- I don't know what to say here, Lori.

The walls are slippery.