You: Just so you know chres. I don't like making messes.
Roc: Oh yea? You've never made any messes before?
You: *shakes head* No, not that I know of.
Roc: Don't worry, i can fix that.
You: What's that?
Roc: Oh i said, if you so happen to make a mes, I'll be the perfect gentleman and clean it up. Make it shine. I'll have it nice and clean.
You: What are you talking about chres?
Roc: The kitchen bae. I was thinking that if you cook, I'll help you out and clean up. I'm REALLY good at cleaning up.
You: Fair enough.
*roc grabs you hand and leads you to the bedroom*
You: Wait a minute, this isn't the way to the kitchen. I thougth you said i would be cooking.
Roc: Oh you'll be cooking.
You: I don't understand.
*both of you sit on the bed*
Roc: You will be the head chef and i'll be cleaning boy. You get to order me around and stuff. You make a big mess after yellin my name and then we can go on from there.
Roc: What's the matter?
You: Oh nothing much. You hungry?
You: *stands up* What would you like?
Roc: Hot punani.
You: *clueless* Wow, sounds like an exotic dish.
Roc: *cheesing* That's because it is.
You: *blushes* Well, oh my. I'm not sure how to cook that one.
Roc: *grabs waist* Well, in this case you don't have to cook it. *kisses you* There's only one place I know where this special dish is made. It's truely unique and special.
You: REALLY WHERE?
*Roc buries his face in near your cookie*
Roc: IT'S YOUR PUSSY DAMMIT! YOUR PUSSY!
You: My pussy?
Roc: *nods head* YES, YOUR PUSSY. PUNANI=PUSSY.
Roc: Can I have some?
You: Have some what?
Roc: Your punani?
You: *shrugs* Um, sure?