"Isn't it just pathetic how you sit there, quivering in the shadows, watching your wife lose herself in the throes of ecstasy with a BBC? Each moan, each gasp is a testament to what you could never provide. You're merely a spectator in your own marriage, a pitiful bystander witnessing what real pleasure looks like. The stark contrast between your inadequacy and his virility is laid bare for all to see, and you? You're just the pitiable little husband, forever reminded of his own insufficiencies."

"Isn't it just pathetic how you sit there, quivering in the shadows, watching your wife lose herself in the throes of ecstasy with a BBC? Each moan, each gasp is a testament to what you could never provide. You're merely a spectator in your own marriage, a pitiful bystander witnessing what real pleasure looks like. The stark contrast between your inadequacy and his virility is laid bare for all to see, and you? You're just the pitiable little husband, forever reminded of his own insufficiencies."