Ah Stormy, you seductive little pig. Look at you trying to woo me with that risque pose, peering deep into my longing eyes. But I’ve told you before that I will not follow you into your love van, no matter how much bacon you offer. The price of my affection cannot be measured in your sizzling flesh, no matter how delicious.
Besides, my tastes prefer a rarer, more unique delicacy.