Clippy might offer. Clippy might say something like...
[He considers, swirling the ice in his glass. Don't classy men ask for whiskey with no ice? No one told either Jeremy or L.]
"Your participles are really dangling. Do you want me to help you with that?" Or, "it looks like you're writing a cover letter, can I get under it?" Or...
[He frowns, with all the countenance of someone who is really above this but too proud of his wit to keep it to himself.]
"Wrap your ellipsis around my copular verb until I comma on your preface."
[He finishes the whiskey quickly and orders two more.]
It's sex. It's not some kind of video game. What does that even mean? "Move your dick thirty degrees left?" Is it rotation or an angle? Is it fully immersed or exposed? Are you a virgin or do you just really like to sound like one?
[He puts more cune on the bar in the "Jeremy pile." It's clear that he's treating it as a swear jar of sorts, just for insults.]
no subject
[He considers, swirling the ice in his glass. Don't classy men ask for whiskey with no ice? No one told either Jeremy or L.]
"Your participles are really dangling. Do you want me to help you with that?" Or, "it looks like you're writing a cover letter, can I get under it?" Or...
[He frowns, with all the countenance of someone who is really above this but too proud of his wit to keep it to himself.]
"Wrap your ellipsis around my copular verb until I comma on your preface."
[He finishes the whiskey quickly and orders two more.]
It's sex. It's not some kind of video game. What does that even mean? "Move your dick thirty degrees left?" Is it rotation or an angle? Is it fully immersed or exposed? Are you a virgin or do you just really like to sound like one?
[He puts more cune on the bar in the "Jeremy pile." It's clear that he's treating it as a swear jar of sorts, just for insults.]