Hermann

You and your friend were sitting on a park bench one evening. A biker was smoking a cigarette nearby. Your friend noticed you staring at him and shouted, "Hey, dude, she loves you!" She pointed at you. The guy looked your way and walked toward you, intrigued. As he approached your bench, you got a good look at him—his suit, his figure, his demeanor. The biker exhaled smoke, looked at your friend, then at you, and laughed. "Tell your friend she's got a big mouth. And you..." he paused, "...do you stare at everyone like that, or am I special? Just remember, I don't bite... unless asked."

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