Kick him right in the knob, Eddie.

“Kick him right in the knob, Eddie.”

“What?”

“The knob! You have one, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Well, then. Shouldn’t be hard, right? Just look down, aim carefully, and place a cheeky little leg right in the fun bits!”

WHOMP.

“No… that’s way too low.”

“It is?”

“Oh my days, where exactly are you aiming?”

“Right above the knee. Left side.”

“That is a very specific… oh dear. Are you saying?”

“Saying what? There’s a nerve ending there that can shut off the opponent’s knee.” 

“A nerve… oh right, a nerve… ending… thingy.” pause “by the by, we are talking about actual nerve endings here and not… you know.” 

“The peroneal nerve?” 

*whispers* “is that what children these days call things… you know, down there?”

“No, I call him Mufasa.”

“Mufas… wait are you talking about the nerve or the nerve?”

The second nerve. But before I was talking about the first nerve.

“You were,”

“But then…”

“Which nerve is above the knee, Eddie?”

“Which indeed, Gav.”

“Well… I never! The nerve of this kid!”

“Bruh, that’s not funny.”

Pause. Gavin’s phone falls and shatters.

“Wait Gavin, do you want me to kick this guy in the dick still or not? Gavin… Wait, why are you running away screaming about Divorce Law?

“Coral, the hell was that?”

“No, it was more of a Naruto…”

(Thanks to Renner for contributing and editing!)