[Badou hums an affirmative and takes note] That in addition to my fee as treasurer, right? Right. It's tough wrestlin money from tight fists an asses, boss, so it's only fair.

Whoawhoawhoa, what a naughty, dirty fuckin' mind you've got, Mama Bear! No one ever said anythin' bout that. I'm a goddamn gentleman, when're you gonna get it? 'Sides...you aren't my type, sheeesh. I'm startin' to suspect you're livin' a tripple life as a smut writer a hell of a lot more now.

[He looks utterly scandalized, and one hand might or might not sneak down to protect his balls as he grimaces. Off limits means off limits and she makes a good point.] Thanks ever so goddamn much for lookin' out for Doctor Hugh G. Rection. Nails Smangin' Defense Squad Go.