Oh god, Randy, tuck your fat back in, I can hear it blooshing from all the way across the room! Get the goddamned donut out of your mouth and do a sit-up, for Chrissakes.
"Dude, look at that chubby bubby... his shirt is covered in bloosh."
"Wow, it must be a sauna inside that shirt with all that bloosh soaking everything."
-"That guy's shirt got darker over the course of the day... WTF?"
-"It's all the bloosh he's making under there. If you wanted you could bottle it and sell it in stores."
-"I would totally buy that."
-"Thats sick, Trevor."