You see, Germany is like the Iceman and Greece is Maverick. So Iceman goes, “You better give it up!” and Mav is all, “Come at me bro,” dick in hand. Ice is like, “You’re crazy!” but kind of turned on by the sheer size of Mav’s Goose on display. The Iceman begins to engage himself in furious friction to the point where there’s just a hint of a droplet forming at his tip.
Unfortunately for the studio – that’d be the European Central Bank – neither one of their actors has quite enough blood coursing through his main vein to be taken too seriously, so they worry that moviegoers won’t be turned on enough to keep returning to the cineplex. But their job is to force the action, so…
Will Mav pull out?
Looming are the whips & chains!
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