[Too much. It's too much, and Tavros goes blind for a moment, pleasure clouding his vision. This isn't right, it's not fair, it's like Dave knows exactly what will drive him right off the wall, doing flying pirouettes off of countless sick handles, and he has to take several deep, huge, breaths before he loses it right then and there. He clears his throat, runs his tongue across his lower lip.]
aLL OF IT, aLL OF THE THINGS, oH-oH GOD, uHH, bOTH OF THOSE THINGS ARE THINGS WHICH, iF YOU PLEASE, yOU COULD PROBABLY DEFINITELY DO AGAIN, pERHAPS EVEN SEVERAL TIMES,
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aLL OF IT,
aLL OF THE THINGS, oH-oH GOD,
uHH,
bOTH OF THOSE THINGS ARE THINGS WHICH,
iF YOU PLEASE,
yOU COULD PROBABLY DEFINITELY DO AGAIN,
pERHAPS EVEN SEVERAL TIMES,