I'm not trying to pressure you. I don't want to have sex without mutual consent; oh and by the way, you have my consent.
According to the second law of thermodynamics, you're supposed to share your hotness with me.
Those other guys said that your eyes shine like stars. But can they explain how they shine with equal brightness?
If my right leg was Christmas and my left was Easter, would you like to spend some time between the holidays?