The conversation went something like this:
Me: Oh Dom! You must come back and finish the show!
Dom: I cannot! For I am angsty and want to be alone. *looks off into distance*
Me: Woe and angst! I will put my hand on your shoulder to console you with the power of my loff!
Dom: I am unable to communicate, because in this dream I am a mix of Angel and Jordan Catalano, only hotter.
Me: Alright, power of my loff is no good, how about the power of my breasts?
*grope, slurp, make out*
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Edited to fix link. *facepalm*