serve chips while they're playing poker and then 'get the hell out!' if they linger or try to make small talk. . . . And the men will have to read the clients genderless stories while the women are smoking cigars in the basement . . . and the men will have to small fresh for when his bread-winning wife will climb and want to jump into bed all quick and ready, even though they're stinky and drunk, to tear through the jungle, if you get my drift. . . . You get the picture, Lou."