But why Adam Driver and never, say, Jason Momoa?
Loads of you would possibly properly be questioning the place Im going with this bit, Oliver mentioned. If youre something like my workers, youre asking questions like, Is this sexual or is it violent? And then youre unhappy when the reply comes again, Yes. If youre like my spouse, you could be asking, Should I be frightened about this? together with your concern solely rising when the reply is, Only if you wish to be. Oliver then questioned if Driver, a “f*ckable redwood” who can also be a “big unwashed buffalo,” is conscious of his (satirical?) obsession:
Is he bothered by this continued sexualization? He looks like a reasonably non-public man whos typically uncomfortable with consideration, making what Im doing probably some type of harassment. He would possibly even have fairly good grounds to have me reprimanded legally. To which I say, do it. Slap a restraining order on me your forlorn block. Beg me to cease, you menacing impediment.
Driver ought to repay the favor to Oliver. “Keep going, you skinny Richard Scarry character come to life.” (Everything Adam Driver says appears like a flirt. He can’t assist it.)