In La La Land (It's a real place, guys, you just turn left. Any time. Just turn Left. Delusional cunts...), Alias is greeted by the talking muffin.

Oh wait, that's just Peter Gilmour's muffin top.

"I knew you were gonna come play," he smiles sweetly.

"SUCK MY SUPER DICK!" Graves's Gilly-weiner yells, for reasons.

"Present it." Alias commands. Gilly doesn't know what to do. Someone's called his bluff! His tiny dick might get exposed!

"You little dick!" Graves yells, oblivious to the double-meaning. "Hey! How is this conversation even happening? Aren't you supposed to be knocked out while I'm pinning you?"

"Oh yeah!"

THHHHWWWWP!

We're sucked out of La La Land, back to the boring real world.

Kickout!

Of course.

"Here it comes!" warns Gilly.

"Hey, do you still have that booty spud?" Alias asks, taking Gilly off guard again. "I feel like weird shit started happening when that turned up, and we could sort this world out if we made fries or something out of it."

Alias doesn't wait for a response. He just leaves.

Then he comes back.

Then he hits Graves with a narwhal.

"Told ya."