Muschamp hears the dishwasher finish and frantically sprints to open it. His fleshlight is warm and clean for it is game day. His brunch guests are horrified.
"WHAT? CAN'T A MAN CLEAN HIS MISTRESS WITHOUT JUDGEMENT???" he exclaims, kicking over a table.
Muschamp rolls his eyes at the guest, retreats to his room, and cries.
"THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU" Mushcamp whispers into his silicone friend. "THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND US"
The fleshlight becomes a cartoon character, sprouts legs, and begins to talk. You know what part it's talking with, don't make me say it.
"Will, it's OK!