"So, you got a girlfriend? What is she really? A blowup doll?", a snorting Roger laughing at his own joke, which was really at the expense of his friend Steve. "For your information, Roger, she's REAL. And she's beautiful, smart, and GODDAMN, she's amazing!", a heated Steve standing stiff as a board, violently shaking with his hands tightened to fists; Steve's knuckles turning pale as his fingernails dig into his flesh— to maintain his restraint from choking his alien friend.
"Woah—", still snickering, "I believe you, Steve. I bet she's beautiful, and she will love you till the end of time", Roger whispering lower, and lower as he spoke, his eyes squinting, as he hung his arm around Steve's torso so gently.
"Roger, get your hand out of my pants"