The Model Home, Newport Beach, CA, Sunday evening
"GOB, what's going on here?" Michael demanded when he and George Michael walked into the model home.
"Michael!" GOB said, standing up so that the stripper on his lap fell. He also "We were just having a party. For your return."
"We just went grocery shopping," Michael said.
"Welcome back from grocery shopping!" GOB said. Two of his strippers shimmied in celebration.
"George Michael, why don't you go upstairs?" Michael asked. "Your Uncle GOB and I need to have a talk." Once his son was gone, he became a little more yell-y. "Why did you bring strippers here?"
"Well, nobody was here for a while, so I figured I had the place to myself," GOB offered. And then the strippers pulled off his pull-away pants, revealing that not only did something about him change when reality was restored, but he also wasn't wearing boxers.
While he had been looking down to see what the strippers were doing, Michael's gaze shot up immediately. He didn't even ask anything. He just tilted his head, judgingly.
"Come on! It's not like you haven't seen worse from Tobias!" GOB offered.
"Actually, that... is sadly true... but that doesn't change..." Michael looked back down. "I don't know how to ask this, GOB, but is something different from the last time you were naked in this house?"
"I don't know what you're talking about it's always been that big," GOB said, bending down to pick up his pants. "Ladies, come on! Let's take this party somewhere we'll be appreciated and not judged for being very well endowed!"
"I wouldn't say 'very,'" Michael said to himself as GOB and the strippers left.
[OOC: Yeah, I went there. NSFW due to junk.]
"Michael!" GOB said, standing up so that the stripper on his lap fell. He also "We were just having a party. For your return."
"We just went grocery shopping," Michael said.
"Welcome back from grocery shopping!" GOB said. Two of his strippers shimmied in celebration.
"George Michael, why don't you go upstairs?" Michael asked. "Your Uncle GOB and I need to have a talk." Once his son was gone, he became a little more yell-y. "Why did you bring strippers here?"
"Well, nobody was here for a while, so I figured I had the place to myself," GOB offered. And then the strippers pulled off his pull-away pants, revealing that not only did something about him change when reality was restored, but he also wasn't wearing boxers.
While he had been looking down to see what the strippers were doing, Michael's gaze shot up immediately. He didn't even ask anything. He just tilted his head, judgingly.
"Come on! It's not like you haven't seen worse from Tobias!" GOB offered.
"Actually, that... is sadly true... but that doesn't change..." Michael looked back down. "I don't know how to ask this, GOB, but is something different from the last time you were naked in this house?"
"I don't know what you're talking about it's always been that big," GOB said, bending down to pick up his pants. "Ladies, come on! Let's take this party somewhere we'll be appreciated and not judged for being very well endowed!"
"I wouldn't say 'very,'" Michael said to himself as GOB and the strippers left.
[OOC: Yeah, I went there. NSFW due to junk.]