"I want nice big titties."

Excellent.

Says the security system.

_But this time say it with more enthusiasm, like you really mean it._

Your eyes get wide with astonishment. There is no way...

Mr. Hewitt must be a deeply, deeply depraved man, you decide.

You take a couple of breaths and remember your one drama class where the teacher counseled you to really "get into the character" so that you can "really become your character".