"Donnie, I can't do this, I really can't handle it!"
Walker, just back from Los Angeles, was helplessly speaking to Donnie in his office.
"Why don't you find someone else? John, John's pretty good, big and burly, looks fierce too!"
Donnie shook his head, "No way, John is my brother, my own brother!"
"Then what about Robert? Robert surely isn't your own brother, right?" Walker struggled.
Donnie continued to shake his head, "Robert won't do either, no class whatsoever, I can't accept that!"
"Bruce then, Bruce must be okay, look at that chilly charm of his, he's absolutely the perfect choice!"
If Donnie hadn't been blocking the office door, Walker would have already fled.
"Why all this nonsense, it has to be you, no choice, who else has caught my eye like you have? Stop the chatter and get undressed!"
Donnie, growing impatient, stepped forward to strip off Walker's suit.
