[Transcription: A well-dressed fancy lady and man stand facing each other in an old-fashioned movie*
Woman: āAnd now you want me to teach you jiu jitsu.ā
Man: āIf you donāt mind, Miss Plum.ā
Plum, loud and excitedly: āITāLL BE A PLEASURE.ā
*She rips his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders, grips him aggressively, and yeets him over her shoulder in a jiu jitsu martial arts fashion*
Man: *Clasping her arms a few seconds later while she looks coyly at him* āNow, let me see. Um. Let me do it to you.ā
*He appears very concentrated, the camera shifts to her soft smile and romantic music begins to play, accentuating a mood that he is NOT picking up on*
āNow, let me see first of all I, um,- I pull this down.ā *He pulls her cardigan off her shoulders, her collarbone now exposed and she likes it that way, she looks very obviously at his lips, like this lady has absolutely zero chill*
āNow I do this!ā *He jilts her shoulders into them so their faces are centimeters away, she looks like she would like to eat his face and he is still very concentrated but in a giddy boy way*
Him: āThen I hold you close!ā
Him, confuzzled: āI beg your pardon?ā
Plum: āCloser!! Close as you can!ā *She is mentally having sex already*
Him: āOh, yes.ā *He searches her eyes for direction*
Him: āNow what do I do?ā
*Miss Plum is absolutely beaming*
Plum: āDonāt you know?ā
*She wants him to do things to her and he stands there mouth agape. You can see his one braincell struggling visibly in his hollow brain as realization of the century is dangling in front of him. Heās about to realize and then*
Him: āOf course! Now I apply the leverage!ā *And he yeets her on to the floor*
*The music swells and fades, telling the audience that this manās one braincell has failed him. Himbo of the century.*
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