Chookter's got the mother of all wedgies for Watsonfellow.
Lemme grab the waistband now in my steel armored fist... There! Got it!
GRRRRRRRRRR. He's a flabby little bastard but I've got his feet off the ground now!
"There you are tWatsonfellow... Dangling from the crotch of your knickers! Remind you of high-school!? Does it!?"
"Does it?!" (shake)
"Does it?!" (bounce)
Why, I believe he is wetting himself... Yes, Yes, he is wetting himself!
ALRIGHT! WHO'S UP FOR A BEER WHILE WE GIVE THIS WANKER A SWIRLY!!!!