'Platypus-faced motherfuckers,' Jimmy kept raging internally, 'I hope their ship crash-lands into the ocean or some shit.'
Nevertheless, he kept a smile on his face. Ordinarily, no man would be sad around four women who saw him naked before, and would like to see him naked again, but Jimmy, being himself, was actually sad.
He tried to hold himself together, keep himself from losing his shit, his bananas, but it was hard. His lips shifted from a smile to a frown quite often, as if he was getting sloppy toppy from below a Thanksgiving table.
He wasn't getting head right now, but his head was surely hurting.
Anna, the same woman he had unintentionally irritated, studied his face as if she was flipping through a book of quantum physics. His expressions were difficult to decipher at first, but as she had a closer look, she got to the root of his emotions, and confirmed her conclusion that she was upset.
