X: Who do I want as my wingman?
O: Ooh! Pick me!
X: And why are you suitable for this prestigious post?
O: Don’t you see my wings, dude? Chicks LOVE ’em.
X: Of course chicks love wings; they have little stubby ones and wish they could just grow up and get their feathers already.
O: I meant girls.
X: Oh… all right, let’s give this a shot.
WHARVED 