A tiramisu martini. It was delivered to him on a glitter chariot being pulled by six adolescent boys wearing loincloths and fake eyelashes. As soon as he took one sip his voice raised like five octaves. He made nine pedicure appointments in the next 15 minutes. Every time he raised the glass to his lips a flock of doves flew out of his iridescent windbreaker.
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