How is it when early in the game Tarzan suddenly wants coffee when before he said he doesn't drink none coupled with the delusion of said words that were never procreated. Tarzan has interludes of forgetfulness and delusion; full of miscommunications and conundrum fuck ups. Is this the guy you want leaving something sharp protruding where your tit used to be when he applies his most professional of plastic surgeory on you ? Would you seriously like to have a guy like that probing and groping around your tits, ass and genitals and shit after seeing him place drippy and steamy poo stained underwear into chelsea's hot pot so as to reflect a form of sexual perversion ? Not to mention his fetish for wearing skanky girls underwear on his face. When the lights go out and Tarzan is there all dressed up in his Tarzan's uniform beating at his chest ready to save Jane from the ravages of little bo peep about to attend to one big boob job with scapel in one hand and nitrous oxide in the other, I am down the fuckin stairs out of there. :-)
