[What, does Bandou want his favorite suitor to roll up in a Rolex, Rolls Royce, Roses combo? The taunting from his burger-joint buddies would never end. The way things are, Warren's given Bandou plausible deniability. It's a coincidence that this weirder, older, hotter acquaintance showed up. Heck, maybe he's just Bandou's weed dealer.

Since honking wasn't enough of a lure to get Bandou to go outside into the darkened parking lot, Warren crooks his fingers at him, leaning on the hood. Come hither lil mama, lemme whisper in yo ear. Bet Bandou can't wait to see the depths of groan-worthy humor that awaits after reaching 'beyond stupid' tier.]