Amy: Jake, can I talk to you in private for a minute?
Jake: Sure thing, let me just snag this, cover up the ol' swell sack.
Amy: All right.
Jake: Okay, so here's the deal. I have a high fever, and I can't control my body, but you can do whatever you want to me. Oh, but don't touch my mouth, neck, or testicles.
Amy: You've badly misread the situation.
Jake: Oh, thank God.