Martin: All right, boys, now the rules of this game are really very simple: you two are conquistadors. Vanessa is the tribal princess. Fuck her. You get to use the phone.
Zeke Tilson: You know what? Your wife might have a little something to say about that.
Vanessa: Zekey, I'd like you to take that two-stone cock of yours and use it to make me cry out for the Holy Ghost. Then Glenn, I'd like you to whip out your little wanker and fuck-punch me in the back of the throat with as much monkey-spunk that that little cock of yours can muster. Then Zekey will whip me away from you again and whoop it up my ass. I'll, um, resist appropriately, yeah?
Martin: I presume that answers your question. Now go.