I would NEVER tell Droopy-tan she's not getting any tonight. Just one look from those druggie eyes of hers and I'd take her like Oyashiro-sama takes those who abandon Hinamizawa. I'd hit her like Keiichi hits lolis and uncles. I'd nail her Sonozaki-style. I'd jam it in like Tomitake's fingers in his throat. I'd thrust her like a knife in a suicidal loli's head. I'd jam it in like Rena's fingers in a door. All I'm saying is I want to bludgeon her with my bat and dispose of the evidence in her Onigafuchi Marsh. To stuff her full like the trunk of her car. To moisten her like Oiishi kicking water in Keiichi's face. To send her in convulsing fits like Keiichi petting Satoko. To have her grip me like Mr. Delicious trying to be intimidating. To pick her lock and trespass upon her festival shrine. To drop my corpse down her well. I'd hit her with the force of Rena's fist. I'd bury my Kenta-kun in her landfill and then chop it out with a billhook. I'd jolt her like Mion's stungun. So blazing would our passion be, the fires would be going "bou bou" and fire truck would be going "woo woo". I'd mangle her like the ending theme and the English language.