I just got a call from Eleanor. Had a great talk about Eric's cock. She's really excited about seeing it.

What does that have to do with you? You're not getting those fag urges again, are you?

Cut it out. I'm serious. I'm talking business here.

What business?

I need you to get Eric to do a little photo shoot with his… you know what.

What?!

And make sure you get lots of pictures of the head, especially the ridge and the custom hole.

For what?

You'd do that for me because we're partners.

With what? What are you talking about?

Cannoli Kings is going to make it a specialty for bachelorette parties as a cake. Picture it- The Cannoli Kings presents Cock Cake! It'll be cock that tastes so good you just can't stop eating it. It'll be this big two foot cock just like his, whatever, with the giant balls. What I'm going to do is fill the stem with the most delicious mousse or custard… I don't have it all together yet. I think I could do something with the balls, maybe some Jell-O, give it a live look, some sprinkles around the balls. We'll use the dark sprinkles. You know?

You're out of your mind, you know that?

Yeah, I'm out of my mind. Wait until every bakery is selling Cannoli Kings Cock Cake! Then we'll see who's out of their mind. You just get the fucking pictures. Do whatever it takes. Pay the mother fucker. Just get them and don't forget the custom hole.

Okay.

Cock Cake! I'm a genius. You know Wolfgang Puck ain't thinking this shit up.