For Men: A Poem on Consent
You might get laid—with consent,
If over for CIA you weren't bent.
It's not a mission, not a game,
No covert ops, no need for shame.
Consent is the code, clear and true,
A "yes" that's eager, not just a clue.
It's not a secret, not hard to find,
Just ask, respect, and be kind.
No need for tricks or hidden intent,
No agency needed, just honest consent.
So drop the act, let ego relent—
Real men listen, and that's what is meant.
Cable for starters he likes to use a knife that's like his thing he can't get it up so I'm assuming that's why! There's going to be a lot of stuff in here that's going to be like not seem realistic to you but that's cuz you don't question your clearance and your f****** stupid. This should be fun let's hunt a f****** retard?! Ya? Great!