The Idle Threat picks up the cheese and smells it. It is disappointed that the cheese does not smell like teen pregancy and unwashed genitals. It attempts to irritate the SkinBasket with insults and ironically only immitates the very one it would belittle in doing so. The SkinBasket is amused, but also a little sad.

The SkinBasket has never worn a watermelon banana hammock, but might be persuaded into doing so by the right person.