Gibson's got egg on its face after this, I'll tell you that one for free. They weren't gonna release this tape, but yeah, I got it, that's right. And I'll send it to the Post, and then nobody'll ever buy a Gibson again -- unless I get fifty large, you follow?

It's just saying it likes you.

Unseen, the butcher block table attacks her.

Not quite RapeStove, but close

Hey baby, defrost me.