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[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

Then you shall have me.

[ he smiles sweetly. ]

Oh my God, shut up.

[ Reaching over to slap a thigh, Leave him be. At least until the hotel. ]

[ and there's the cackle again. ]

Gags weren't on your list, babe.

I can always find something.

I can think of a few things.

You keep your mouth shut while I'm driving.

[ miming zipping his lips.

But he's shamelessly eyefucking. ]