he is the epitome; of concentrated purified turbo-charged screeds of energy drink machismo you could never squeeze out of your armpits -

she is the nuance; of delicate oblivious antithesis to your unjustified mysterious disdain and disgust of free newspapers and your teeth wire together and pulse in starch with pneumatic hope screeching that -

they will abandon; their cardboard inhibitions at a coffee cup instant and start raking and grazing at each other as coked-up imbecilic reptiles blind and polished except -

you creep