You tell him.
Something not kosher there.
Fruit Poops.
Surprised it’s not a Princess phone.
I thought it was a small tornado on his crotch.
Now inhale some and say it real funny like!
Rock hard Fred.
Must have got his antennae crossed.
Hey, stop throwin’ shade. We need a little sunshine, Superman. (Apologies to Donovan)
Well just don’t stand there, tame them!
You tell him.