We cry out 'yuh' in merriment.
Hast thine ears yet been blessed by the bop that is "Positions: Medieval Style"? Make haste and listen at once, you dumb peasant, because it slappeth.
Gentleman, I shall attempt to make acquaintance with thine mother on the day of the Lord. Then we shall partake in copious lover's play on Moon's day. There is not another that I require, for I am cycling through various duties for thee. Baking mince meat pies and then you shall find me in the sleeping chambers. There is nary a single duty I shall deny, switchin' for thee.