Damn. I have to go to work tomorrow.
Now they're selling gallons of gel and some kind of big, metallic blanket. You plug in the blanket, smear it with the gel, and the woman reclines on the now, gel-covered blanket, jams several remote-controlled devices in her various orifices, and instantly enters a lengthy state of ultimate bliss. I'm not sure what the guy is supposed to do besides pay the electric bill.
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