Someone plow the farmer.

Comic Dialogue
(If you have Wii Gloves for you wee little fingers it’s also electronic Braille.)

(Please, I need your help! All of Fuckingham is in danger! Farmer Joe has lost his mojo and without it he no longer has any desire to harvest the crops. We’ll starve if he doesn’t get his mojo back! I need you to fuck his confidence up so he can regain his mojo!)
ACCEPT (I’ve got something he can plow.)
DECLINE (His oats are a little too wild for me.)

Libby Belle: “So, you want me to fuck your husband?”
Farmer’s Ho: “With that tight perky bod? He’ll get his mojo back in no time!”
Lobo the Half Giant: “You Can do it! Or him I guess.”
Lobo’s other brain: “And we’ll keep the Farmer’s Ho busy! We’ll fuck the Farmer’s Ho! We’ll fuck the Farmer’s Ho! Slam! Bam! Why thank you ma’am, we’ll fuck the Farmer’s Ho!