The language of love

Many years ago now, I did a psychology degree and ended up with as a certified practitioner by the British Psychological Association. I'm still not entirely sure what this qualifies me to do, but I've always sort of hoped that brain surgery was included in there somewhere.
Possibly the most enjoyable (from a purely humour perspective) module of my degree was the section on psychosexual dysfunction, i.e. those sexual problems where the body works just fine, but something in the mind just keeps getting in the way. This was ribald entertainment for the unafflicted and no mistake.

I was reminded of this the other week when I mentioned, in passing, that shouting "By the power of Greyskull!" when getting frisky with someone is unlikely to be well recieved. Chatting to someone later, they told me the story of a man (it had to be, really) who could not help but shout "GOAL!!" upon ejaculation. Perhaps more astonishingly, he had a long-term girlfriend who put up with this without the aid of earplugs. The thing about makin' whoopee is that it short-circuits the brain and the things people say can be revealing, amusing, or just plain downright terrifying.
I'm sure people shout some wierd stuff during lovemaking, but that's not what I'm interested in today. I'm interested in what you, dear reader, would least like to hear someone shout whilst getting it on. "We wantsss it, my preciouss, yes, we does. Let us touch it.", perhaps? Or how about "I'm so sorry, mummy!"? How about "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!".

So what do you reckon?