(For Oregano Samurai, who requested a Gheb work with proper grammar. Which means it is not funny at all.)
We find Mr. Gheb at his desk. He is puffing on his favorite cigar (only the finest touch Mr. Gheb's lips). Before him lay mountains of paperwork; Mr. Gheb has no time for such nonsense. he will tell his secretary to take care of it and get him a cup of coffee while he's at it. Mr. Gheb's business is business, and it is a very successful business.
His first client walks in. He is a slender man of perhaps twenty, with long, purplish hair and a pretty face. He is Mr. Gheb's favorite client; a regular customer. He timidly steps forward until he is in front of Mr. Gheb's desk, then, in a meek voice, he asks Mr. Gheb if he is availible. Mr. Gheb is most certainly not availible, and Mr. Gheb would be grateful if he would leave his office, as Mr. Gheb is quite busy.
As the client turns around, Mr. Gheb sees the thing that he loves the most; his client's ass. It is firm, just as Mr. Gheb likes it. Mr. Gheb leaps out of his chair, and in his most professional voice asks his man to stop for a second, maybe they can work something out. The client knows what is coming, and that there's no point in refusing Mr. Gheb. With a grin and a wave Mr. Gheb asks the client if he doesn't mind taking a look at something for him. With a nervous nod the client walks to the front of the desk, knowng tha tonly Mr. Gheb can go around to the rear. And speaking of rears, Mr. Gheb grasps the client's and chuckles. Mr. Gheb kindly lets his secretary know that he will be unavailible for a while, and turns back to his client, whispering in his ear that he should brace himself for what's coming.
Mr. Gheb drops his pants and gets down to his business.