Robbie walks up to Fuzz in a hallway. The very presence of Bourbon generally makes people, well, guarded.

Hiya.

Saw your little promo for Christmas, must be easy to hit the already-busted pinata without a blindfold.

That said, between Peter's Super Dick and whatever elaborate name you came up with for yours, which ultimately reminds us all of Peter's, allow me to show you...

Robbie pauses for a moment. Fuzz looks at him with some trepidation. Robbie continues to pause. Fuzz looks impatient. Robbie might actually be struggling here, forgetting what he was going to say. Fuzz rolls his eyes. How many concussions has Robbie had? Finally...

SMALL PACKAGE!!!

Robbie shoots, but actually grabs a hapless passerby in the hall and rolls him up in a small package pin.

1...


2...



Fuzz stands there, kind of confused at what is happening in front of him.

Umm I don’t know if I should even dignify this with a response, but comparing your dick to a small package is a bit redundant.

*Fuzz Kicks Robbie off of the passerby*

There we both Kickout

Robbie, seated on the ground, looks up at Fuzz as the passerby scampers off.

Eh, it might not be the biggest but at least people other than Noah Jackson are riding it.

Robbie rolls onto his side and does the Curly Shuffle.

It’s funny that you would think that, hows your nut rider doing these days?

Mmmm...Kay... bye

They were called "crabs", and the right shampoo took care of 'em.

What do you wash your Noah with?