So, you are obviously the big fluff. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey fluff balls. Now, fluffs have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell fluff and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old fluff, and have brought your two small mincey fluff balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no fluff here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. The fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun. (withdraws his gun) And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... fluff off!

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