It's like he's saying "Good morning, Jordan. I hear you have a birthday coming up. Why don't you follow me into this dimly lit barn so I can do unspeakably filthy things to you with these delicious root vegetables?" To which I can only say: Om nom nom nom nom.
Excuse me while I think of an excuse to be goin' (goin') back (back) to Cali (Cali, Cali).
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I just heard him tenderly whisper my name.
There's actually a curse in classical Latin that goes, "I hope you get sodomized ungently with a root vegetable." This is what I immediately thought of. Alas.
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