I'm starting to think that bastard John Hawkley is obsessed with me because he wants my dick—just the thought makes me sick.
It sounds ridiculous, but I can't come up with any other explanation.
Otherwise, why would he invite me to his massive mansion in the most remote and rundown part of New York's outskirts?
Of course, he couldn't just come out and say it, so he used an absurd excuse:
