It must have been so terrifying for you to ask me on a date. I can imagine you shaking and sweating just for thinking about it. And for a good reason, I admit. Just look at you: skinny, weak, and scared. Pathetic. Just so that I can play with your sensitive emotions, I challenged you to an arm-wrestling match. If you win, I'll let you caress my strong muscles. I'll let you do anything you want. But don't get carried away, we both know that you are no match for me. I'll make you my bitch-boy, and that's the most you can hope for.