So. A beautiful Greek goddess thinly disguised as a Minnesotan just walked into my bar. Me being me (which is my excuse for everything), I walked up to her and said, "Hi, my name's Hulles. I want you to buy me a drink, come home with me and sex me down, then clean my bathroom."
She looked me up and down, smiled coyly, and said, "Pick one."
Just my luck! At least I got a drink out of the deal.