Elaine was in shock. What was this madman doing? Simone, err.. Tongue? He was called something weird like that, had just scooped her up and was now talking about taking her home so she can slave away in his kitchen.
“GET OFF ME!” she screamed, kicking and clawing at him, tearing his cheap shirt.
“Of course you do,” he replied, somewhat cryptically.
He started wobbling towards the door, somewhat unsteadly, knocking the door against his boss who screamed “You’re fired you bloody moron!” and made it about 30 metres down the street before collapsing in an exhausted heap.