Grey Carter said:
"We did that in Enslaved with Trip. People loved her, not because she had big breasts and high heels, but because she felt like someone who could be your girlfriend," he said.
This is not maturity. This is a step towards a different kind of immaturity.
And am I the only one thinking that this guy had an unhealthy relationship with his mother growing up. The whole "resting my head on breasts" comment strikes me as a guy baring a bit of his soul right there in a P.R. interview. That combined with his view on prostitutes is painting quite a tableau of his life in my brain cinema.
"God I love tits!" He cries while out at a strip bar.
"give me the finest tits available to humanity." He screams at the madame.
"More bounce you curs!" he shrieks, whipping the m.i.t. scientists, coding his physics.
But beyond the locked door of his chambers, beyond the titorium and the titorrery and the titting pool in his back garden. In his darkest and most naked moments of self examination, when he stares at the pale reflection of himself in the mirror on his many sleepless nights. He wonders...
"why do I like tits so much?"(TITS BECAUSE YOU'RE A TITS MAN TITSTITS) the reflection answers.
"It's more than that, I desire tits more than is socially acceptable"(GLORIOUS TITS COMPLETE US)-grins the moonlight spectre
"tits are (TITSTITSTITS!) -meant to be together and yet I only feel complete (TIT!) -when I am amongst them"
"Is it because?"
(TITS)
"...I am"
(BIG JUICY TITS)
"...the biggest tit of all?"
Realisation hits him like a splash of cold water on a white t-shirt. He punches the mirror breaking it as he breaks away his own delusion. He stares at the shattered reflection in the sink. Outside a flock of birds is startled by a cry. They were blue tits.