I've convened a bukkake summit to discuss your visit. All members agreed it would be best for you to stay home. This was before I was to tell them about your couch-sniffing activities from your last visit.

Smelling panties? Normal. Banana seats on bicyles? I told you that was creepy and wrong. Then you went and were snorting lines of lint off my couch. I had to draw the line, pardon the pun, and kick you out.

Stay home, please.