"Well, even if he has, we can always slip him something. Besides, he's got to have a sense of fun somewhere. Even if it's shoved up somewhere uncomfortable sometimes." George reached to snag back the bottle as soon as she'd finished drinking, taking a deeper swig and leaning back on one hand. "We're going to be overrun by the tiny buggers," he agreed with a smirk. They sold well though, since they were cute things, so George wasn't worried about it.
George brightened. "We've got that in a new a variety now. MULTI COLORED boils. Even the pus is like a rainbow. Bit gross, but colorfully so." There'd been much arguing over who had to test that one, really. In the end they'd both tried to slip it to each other, so they'd both ended up like a rainbow of disgustingness for a half a day. But it'd worked perfectly, so George just took it as further proof they were brilliant.
George groaned mournfully. "Oil baths. Massages too, right? You're killing me, Johnson. Are you sure you can't take some photos for me?"