The Rules of the Game

If you kiss my daughter tenderly on the neck, you better. You better know that's coming to you. If you eat my daughter's ass, I'm eating your ass. Never honk at my daughter. Not even through the safety of a wall. She is my princess, not your conquest. And then he said he'll tell the dad I was here. Then the dad thinks he's lying. So he's now going to find him and hurt him. Why? Because he followed the rules. This is Kafka- esque.