Listen here to what it is like.
Two related offices. Me and the boss. He has a condom, I don’t have it.
And then he takes a healthy fan out of his office - the mouth interferes, takes the place.
And in the street of the heat-spirit, huli, here I put it for myself. The chef saw, and how the voice of the animal "this is my fan!". I took it back to myself. Here I look at him, and he has the condie and this dewey working at the same time...

This is the true blasphemy.