KICKOUT!

...Or... Honestly, more like ROLLOVER!

Flynn knows there's just too much Herschel to kick out completely...

Fortunately, Herschel didn't quite sit with Flynn completely at the center of his massive, powerful ass, which afforded Flynn just enough space to roll a shoulder off the mat and break the pin.

...

Phew. Flynn breathes a crushed sigh of relief... Keeping his shoulder off the mat, turning himself toward the screen.

"...Hey... Hershey." Flynn wheezes.

...

"If you're... gonna stick... around..." Flynn gasps for air.

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"Turn up... the volume." Flynn half-grins. "I love this part..."

On-screen, a Flynn ten years younger is hitting Peter Gilmour over the head with a steel folding chair, again and again!

"True... story... I later learned... Gilly lacked the necessary brain matter to get a concussion..."

...

Flynn chuckles.

"Didn't... stop me... *phew*... from trying..."

Flynn tries to crane his neck over to a bucket of popcorn...

...

Nope, too far away.