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Herman stumbled into the janitor’s closet, leaning against the wall and slumping to the floor with a sigh. He’s hiding after accidentally spitting up on Invisigal. He combs his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back. He whines to himself, bringing his knees to his chest and resting his forehead on his folded arms that lay on his knees.
“S-stupid… arrghhh!” He groans, trying to wipe some of the water on his face away.
The door opened suddenly, Herman standing and slipping his way to the other side of the room, putting his fist up to fight but also covering his face.
“I-I-I’m sorry for s-spitting on you, but I-I-I’m n-not afraid to fight a girl!”
He cowers again, expecting to be hit. After a few seconds of nothing happening, he looks up, it’s Robert and Flambae.
“…oh…” Herman stands straight, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“Hey, Waterboy.” Robert is shoved slightly by Flambae after saying hi, walking infront of him.
“Hermy, janitor boy, what happened out there?”
Flambae leans down slightly to match their height difference, which isn’t very big.
“I-I didn’t mean to! She was b-b-being so mean! And I-I-I was nervous!”
He slinks back down on the floor in the corner he’s tucked into. Flambae and Robert sit on the floor on either side of him.
“Well you’re loved by the entire office,” Robert points out, “no one is letting her lay a finger on you
“I guess…”
Flambae gives him a firm, open hand pat on the back.
“Don’t worry too much about the emo, she is uhh… like Robert said, a bitch.”
He keeps his hand resting on Herm’s shoulder. Herman swallows the excess amount of saliva in his mouth. He looks down at the hand on his shoulder, looking at how much bigger Flambae’s hands are compared to his own, let alone his body. His eyes roam over Flambae’s body. Even though they’re close in height, the body mass difference is intense. He looks over at Robert, beginning to wonder how big parts of his body is to Robert’s.
“Uhh… water bitch… your hands are exploring.”
Herman looked back at at Flambae, not noticing the fact water is dripping from his mouth, and sees his hand has simultaneously moved to Flambae’s mostly exposed chest. Steam leaks from between the hand and chest. Herm pulls away, trying to scoot away on the floor, but his hand he’s using to pull himself away slips on his water puddle and he falls over slightly.
“S-sorry! Sorry! I-I-I-I I didn’t- I wasn’t! Uhh…” he drools over his words, wiping his mouth.
Robert scoots away to avoid getting his pants wet, and Flambae scoots even closer. His large hands come up to Herm’s face, steam hissing through the air as he pulls him closer.
Before he can say anything, Robert pulls Herm back.
“Don’t be mean to him, I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Be mean? I’m flattered, and he’s lucky. I don’t just let people touch me like that! Plus he uh… cools me down.”
Herm looks at Robert and then back at Chad.
“Uhh… y-you warm me… up?” He chuckles shyly, scooting back into Robert until his back meets his chest.
“And now my clothes are wet… good thing I’m on break I suppose.” Robert groans silently.
“Sorry… I’m just n-no good at anything… a-am I? C-can’t even clean without m-making a mess…”
“No, Herm, it’s fine.” Robert reassures.
“You should just get down on your hands and knees and start licking it up, wet fart boy.” Flambae laughs, but Herm takes him seriously.
“Y-yeah! Okay… s-sure..?” He starts to lean down before Robert pulls him back up.
“Woah buddy, I don’t think he was serious.”
“I kinda was,” Flambae shrugs, “so submissive he is.”
Herm sits back up and tries to hide his embarrassed face. Robert shrugs slightly, silently agreeing with him.
The three sit in silence for a few seconds before Robert stands up.
“I should probably head back to my desk. Flambae, do something useful and evaporate all this water.”
Robert leaves the two alone.
“I-I have to say,” Herm chuckles again, “I-I’m a bit intima- intemi-uhh intimidated by you…”
Chad stands up, looking down at Herm.
“Yeah, many are… here.” He reaches out a hand to help Herm up. He takes Chad’s hand and attempts to stand up, slipping under his own mess multiple times. As he stumbles to try and find his footing, Flambae doesn’t move a muscle. His strong stature is the only thing holding Herm up. Eventually he is able to stand, not without standing chest to chest with Chad, his free hand on his steaming shoulder.
“Heheh… hi…” Herm smiles awkwardly at Flambae’s scowl.
“I can feel your erection against my leg. It’s sticking to your loser wet suit.”
Herm gasps and backs up, almost slipping again. He tucks his hands between his legs to try and hide his very obvious erection.
“Sorry! So sorry! This is a-awkward.”
Herm looks around before spotting the mop and grabbing it.
“I-I should clean… I uhh… I-“
“Do I turn you on, janitor?”
“…w-what?”
“You’re so hard, and for what? Do I do that to you?”
“…uhm… I uhh… m-maybe?”
“…Well I can see what you’re offering through your silly suit… would you like to see mine?”
Flambae is already peeling his suit off his shoulders before Herm can even respond.
“Woah…” Herm’s eyes widen as Flambae pulls back his suit to reveal his jockstrap, pulling that down too to reveal his cock.
“Wow… y-you’re uhh… really big… really thick…”
“Yeah… want to feel it, waterbitch?”
“T-this is so inappropriate… w-w-w-w-we should uhh get back to work a-and forget this happened…”
Flambae takes a step closer, laughing to himself as one of his fingers brushes over Herman’s cheek.
“What do you think of it?” Chad takes his cock into his hand and rubs it against Herman’s thigh.
“It’s… r-really nice… really uhm… really uhh…”
“Already at a lost for words and I’ve barely even touched you.” Flambae teases.
“Sorry… I uh.. I’m nervous. You’re so big, and strong, and s-sexy…” Herman spits a mouthful of water up as he says the last word, “oh! I’m sorry! Let me uhh… c-clean you up.” The water evaporates off Chad’s body before he can reach for anything.
“…oh… right.” He looks back down at Flambae’s dick rubbing against his leg.
“So uhh… are you going to keep staring or get to touching?”
“Y-y-you want me to touch it?”
“Uhh, duh, stupid waterbitch.”
Herman hunches slightly at the insult, biting his lip before slinking down the wall so he’s face to face with Flambae’s tip. He nervously wraps his hand around his cock. He strokes it slowly and awkwardly.
“I-is this good? Am I doing this r-right?”
“Yeah, it’s okay. Uhhh speed up your hand a little faster.”
Herman gulps and speeds up his hand like Chad said to.
“H-hey so uhm… since I’m touching your uhh… j-junk? C-can I know your reall uhm… real name?”
“No, fuck you wet fart boy.”
“Oh… okay… w-well mines Herman… so…”
“…Chad… go faster, show me you’re worth something.”
“I am worth something.” Herman tries to say sternly, but anyone could detect the nervousness in his voice. Flambae opens his mouth to spit out another insult, but he’s cut off by a very determined Waterboy wrapping his mouth around the head and sucking down half his length.
“Woah! Woah! Okay, easy!”
Herman looks up through hooded eyes and furrowed brows, taking Flambae all the way, holding for a few seconds before gagging and pulling back.
“Ack! S-see? You see! I-I can do stuff…” He looks up with an angry face and flushes cheeks. Chad looks down at his steaming dick.
“Yeah, okay, you proved yourself or something. Get back to it!”
Herman waste no time going back to servicing the villain turned hero. He tries to keep awkward eye contact, but he keeps getting nervous and darts his eyes away.
“If you’re going to slobber on my dick, at least look me in the eyes.”
Herman giggles around Chad, picking up his pace as he finally keeps steady eye contact.
The closet starts to fill with steam, the moistness of Waterboy’s mouth and the heat of Flambae’s body. The two are both moaning softly in the quiet room. Chad reaches down and tangles his hands with Herman’s wet hair, drying it almost immediately.
Chad leans his head back on his shoulders, chuckling to himself.
Suddenly, the closet door opens halfway and Robert enters the scene.
“Hey, Waterboy, uhh there’s a mess in the- oh.”
He stands awkwardly in the door way as Flambae and Waterboy freeze in their spots.
“I didn’t know you two were uhm… during work hours? Really?”
Waterboy pulls off, trying to stammer to make an excuse to apology, but he can’t help but spit up over his own words. He stands and approaches Robert, almost slipping due to his own water mess on the floor.
Robert shuts the door and makes sure to lock it.
“Hey, it’s fine, I don’t care what you two do on your own, the only problem is that it’s in the office during office hours… and maybe I’m a bit jealous that flam-nuts or whatever got to you first.”
“Hey!” Flambae pulls his suit back over his body and turns to continue fighting with Robert, but Waterboy cuts him off.
“Got to me… first?”
“Yeah, you’re cute, I see the potential. It’s just too bad Mr. Noeyebrows got to you first.”
“W-well what would it b-be like if he did not had gotten to me? H-hadn’t gotten to me?”
“I don’t know, maybe something like this.”
Robert pulls him into a kiss, holding him close and slipping his tongue past the wet man’s lips. Robert turns the two of them slightly to see Flambae’s enraged face. Robert pulls back.
“And then maybe this.” He grabs the zipper to Waterboy’s suit and pulls it down quickly, revealing his pale and flat chest and stomach.
“And then this.” He pulls his own shirt off, then grabbing Waterboy by the open sides of his suit and pulling him in so their bodies are pressed flushed together.
“W-woah…” Herman and Robert’s noses are touching, their lips centimetres apart. Robert looks over at Flambae.
“Hey, mind if I take him for a uhh… joyride?” Robert winks at Herman.
“Can you what?” Flambae takes a step forward, but Robert has already pulled down the rest of Waterboy’s suit down, including his drenched boxers which were practically stuck to his skin.
Robert pushes Herman onto the near by wall and pulls him down to kiss him again, his hands trailing down his chest until he finds his cock. He strokes the ginger’s somehow already sensitive dick. Herman whimpers into the kiss, bringing his hands up to hold Robert’s shoulders, hesitating before finally planting his hands. He leans into the kiss and closes his eyes, mindlessly thrusting his hips into the rough hand around it. Robert pulls away first and goes in to kiss Herman’s neck.
Chad’s face contorts into a snarl, stepping to them and pulling Robert away.
“You call that a ride? This is a ride!”
He pulls Herman against him, pulling his head back by his hair and slipping his tongue inside his open mouth, putting his large leg in between Herman’s skinny ones like he did before and lifting.
Herman pushes Chad’s head away as he’s lifted off the ground slightly.
“Ow! T-this is not comfortable w-with my suit off!”
Chad’s eyes widen slightly and he puts Herman back down, the wet boy now cupping his hurt balls.
“Well that certainly wasn’t one.” Robert mocks before coming back to Herman, kissing his cheek and then crouching to his knees in front of him. He moves his hands and places a gentle kiss on the ginger’s base.
“You don’t want to hurt him, do you?” He continues kissing the boy’s sore parts.
“There you go, didn’t your grandma ever give you magical kisses?”
“D-don’t mention my g-grandma…” he turns his face away, thinking of what his grandma would think if she knew he was being manhandled by two of his peers. Robert laughs and kisses his dick again before reaching up to drag Herman down to the floor with him.
“For a guy who talks about having a lot of sex,” Robert looks up at Flambae, “you don’t seem to know what you’re doing. Let me show you how a real man would treat you, Herman.”
Robert removes his pants and boxers, kicking his shoes off as well. Herman struggles to get his boots off so he can remove his suit at last. Robert strokes himself, using his clothes as a pillow to prop himself up.
“You can watch if you want,” he looks at Flambae, “the desk chair is right there.”
“I’m not what you white folks call a cuck… I’ll sit on the floor.”
He sits on the floor next to the other two.
“Alright, come here Herm.” Herman crawls over like Robert tells him to.
“Turn around, don’t be shy to put that cute ass in my face.”
Herman blushes before awkwardly turning around to present his ass.
“Good boy.”
“I-I’m not your dog, d-don’t c-call me that.”
“But your cock twitched when I said it, did you like it?” He sucks on two of his own fingers, rubbing one of them against Herm’s hole. He jolts slightly and whines.
“I-I uhh… I-I-I-I.” He groans at his inability to speak properly. “I… I did…” he admits shamefully. Robert laughs to himself before sliding a finger inside Herman. He gasps and yelps, covering his mouth quickly and looking behind him.
“Y-you could have at least w-warned me!”
“Sorry Herm, got excited.” He starts to move his finger around, searching for his sweet spot. Herman whimpers as his finger moves, eventually letting out a high pitched moan, water dripping from his mouth.
“There it is.” Robert slides his second finger inside, pressing both down on his prostate.
“Hngh! Ahhh!~ Robert, t-this is so weird! N-no one’s- no one’s ever done this to m-me other than… me…” he admits quietly. Robert chuckles and looks over at Flambae, flipping him off with his free hand.
Herman whines again before leaning his head down to lick the tip of Robert’s cock.
“Ah, you don’t have to try and impress me, Herm.”
“N-no! I’m really g-good at it! Right Chad?”
“Yes, yes, you’re very good. Hurry up, I’m getting soft.” Flambae replies quickly, clearly annoyed.
“W-well I can s-suck you off too… if you’d uhm… if you’d like.”
“You’re dripping on me, Herm.” Robert laughs softly.
“Nervous… s-sorry..”
Flambae comes over to Herman, peeling his suit back and revealing his half hard dick again.
“Heheh… wow…” Herman takes the cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He strokes Robert’s dick with one hand, using the other to keep him sitting up on his knees. Robert’s fingers begin to scissor him open, and he can’t help but take Chad further into his mouth.
Robert kept up at his own work until he felt Herman was ready.
“Okay Herm, you wanna ride me?”
Waterboy let go of Chad’s dick with a pop, as well as a very long string of saliva.
“I-I can try!”
He turns back around and steadies himself over Robert, lining up his hole and slowly sitting.
“O-oh! Oh goodness! I-I’ve never done this before s-sir…”
“Aw, am I popping your cherry before the big bad Chad? Fucking awesome.”
Robert holds Herm’s hips as he sits down fully, whimpering, shaking, and flustered.
“Like a lost puppy.” Robert laughs to himself.
“Stop calling me a d-dog!” Although Herman can’t help but admit to himself he likes the things Robert is saying.
“I didn’t say dog, I said puppy.” Robert laughs as Herman squirms.
Herman slowly lifts himself up, moving so only Robert’s tip is inside him before slamming his body back down. His back arches and his head swings back, his mouth and eyes opening wide at this new found sensation.
“H-h-ho-ho-holy SHIT!” He moans before covering his mouth.
“Wow,” Robert laughs, “He cursed, I’m doing something right.”
“I-I’ve never… done this… It feels so f-fucking good~” He lifts his hips again before dropping himself back down again. The intensity of which Robert’s cock hits his prostate makes him see stars.
“Wow! This is s-so awesome, Sir! Robert~”
“No no, keep calling me sir, it’s turning me on.”
“Woah, if Waterbitch is going to call you ‘sir’ I want to be called ‘sir’ too.” Chad shoots a dirty look at Robert.
“I-I’ll call you ‘boss’ i-if you’d like~”
“…yeah, I would like that.” He gives a satisfied smirk. Waterboy turns back to Robert, picking up his pace of lifting and dropping his hips. He shakes and whimpers as he rides Robert, his moans growing louder. Flambae comes behind him, covering his mouth with his fingers, all eight of them to be exact.
“Shush, you’re going to get us fucking caught.”
Waterboy continues to give muffled moans and cries as he continued to slam himself down on Robert. His dick flopps up and down, slapping his stomach as he continues to ride, his eyes rolling back and he bites down on Chad’s palm.
“Ouch! You fucking biiiitchh. I’ll keep this mouth shut.”
Chad tilted Herman’s head back and shoved his tongue inside, pushing their mouths together as much as physically possible. He pulls back after a few seconds to give the gasping red head a chance to breathe.
“I’m gonna fish my fucking tongue down this throat.”
“I’d… I’d like that.. boss, heheh.”
Flambae pushes their mouths back together, wrapping his hands around Herman’s throat. Herman can’t maintain riding while having his head forced him place as he gets his mouth tongued down, so Robert begins to thrust up into him. Herman moans into Chad’s mouth, unsure of what to do with himself.
His knees buckle and he pulls away from Chad, unable to keep himself up. Robert chuckles and pulls out.
“Wha? No! N-no! Please p-put it back in!P-please I-I-I-I-“ He’s cut off by a kiss from Robert.
“Just letting you get more comfortable, come here.”
He lays Herman on his side, laying behind him and lifting his leg, sliding back in. Herman whines and absentmindedly reaches out to hold Chad’s hand for support. Chad goes to pull his hand away before looking down at Herman’s flushed and fucked out face. He keeps his hand in place, secretly loving the affection.
Herman moans incoherent sentences, more incoherent than usual that is. Robert holds him close, kissing his neck and shoulders and arms. Herman shuts his eyes tight as a tear rolls down his cheek. Not from pain or embarrassment or sadness, but from overwhelming pleasure.
“S-sir… I’m so close! I-I can’t! I can’t take! Mmpmhhhhh!” He bites his lip, clutching Chad’s hand like his life depends on it.
“Do it Herm, cum for me like a good boy.”
Robert wraps his hand around Herman’s cock, sending him over the edge and causing him to shoot his oddly watery cum across the tile. It gets everywhere, on Robert’s hand, on Flambae’s leg, all over the floor. He shoots like a hose, kind of ironic.
Robert gives a satisfied chuckle at the mess he’s made out of Herm, picking up his thrust until he finally finishes too.
The minute leading up to Robert’s orgasm was agonizing pleasure for Herman. The way Robert’s dick abused his sweet spot, the acing in his own dick with no rest after a mind blowing orgasm. He shakes under Robert, unable to make noises over than whimpers and an occasional moan. He keeps his grip on Chad’s hand, Chad even reaching his free hand out to cradle Herman’s cheek.
As much as he’d deny it any time one of them brought it up after this incident, Chad secretly loved taking care of Herman in the moment and every moment after. Robert finally pulled out, leaving Herman with an empty feeling he’d never known.
“Alright,” Chad grinned widely, “my turn.”
They finally get Herman to sit up after a lot of shaking and whimpering. He sits in front of Flambae with Robert sitting behind him
“Come on Waterbitch, show me what you’re worth.”
“Why are you so mean to him?”
“Because he’s stupid.” Flambae flicks Herman’s forehead. Robert pulls him back towards his chest.
“No he’s not, he’s way smarter than anyone thinks.”
He pulls Herman into a half hug.
“I-it’s okay Bob-uhh- Robert! Sir… I-I-I kind of like when he’s rude to me… it makes me have courage! So… I-it encourages me.” He laughs shyly.
“…huh… you’re more freaky than you look.”
Herman brushes his hair out out of his face, its sticking to his skin, of course, from being wet.
“Heheh uhh… yeah… I-I guess so..”
Waterboy gets dragged back by Flambae.
“Stop talking, you’re making me soft.”
He grinds back against Herman’s ass.
“Ah! Go easy on me, Boss!”
He shuts his eyes tight and folds his arms over the floor, arching his back and hiding his face in his arms.
Chad rolls his eyes, pressing his tip against Herman’s slightly gaped hole.
“Woah, hey, seriously, go easy on him.”
Robert moves next to Flambae.
“Look at him, he’s clearly not ready for this thing.” He flicks Flambae’s tip, making him hiss. His fist hurls into flames as he lifts it into a punch ready position before taking a breath and putting it back down.
“Some nerve…” he grimaces and Robert just laughs. Robert takes Flambae’s other hand and brings his fingers to Herman’s hole.
“Prep him a bit, yeah?”
“What do you know about gay sex?”
“I’ve been with men before, and uhhh… a few interesting women.”
Robert slides two of Chad’s fingers inside Herman, making the skinny man perk up. Chad’s fingers are much thicker than Robert’s, but the stretch is so euphoric. He mindlessly grinds back on the fingers, trying to take them deeper, which he states verbally too.
“D-deeper… deeper please!” He whines pathetically, looking back at the two men.
“Well,” Robert nudges Chad, “don’t keep the poor boy waiting.”
“The only waiting he’s done was waiting to get off your tiny little peen and ride me.”
Chad grabs Herman’s hip with his free hand and begins to finger him fast and hard. Herman covers his mouth and shrinks back into his original position. The friction and heat from Chad’s fingers send him over the edge and he cums a second time. It drips onto the floor. Herman attempts to snap his legs shut so Flambé can’t overstimulate him, but it’s too late. Flambae has his fingers dug deep inside, and closing his legs only made his hole tighter.
Chad wastes no time in wrapping his arm around Herman’s legs and lifting them so only his upper chest and face touch the floor.
He keeps his abusive hand movements going strong.
Herman loses himself, unable to form sentences, although it’s not like he could before. His hands grab at the tile, not finding anything to grip. Robert comes next to him and allows him to lay his head on his lap, holding his hands as well.
“This enough stretching for you? Mechabitch?”
“I think he’s good now, Chad. Do you think you’re ready?” Robert looks down at the wet and shaking boy in his arms, who just gives a weak nod.
“Alright then, by all means Chad, go ahead.”
Flambae drops Herman back onto his knees, lining up with him and pushing in.
Herman sits up slightly, clutching Robert’s thighs for support as he clenched his jaw. He may have underestimated how ready he was for Chad.
“You okay Herm?” Robert slides his fingers through his wet hair, lifting his face up.
“Y-yes… just go… go easy on me… p-please…”
Robert shoots Chad a look.
“Okay okay, I’ll be gentle.” He rolls his eyes as he slowly pulls out, slowly reentering him too. He keeps his slow and slightly annoying pace until he notices Robert whispering in Herm’s ear. Whatever it is makes Herman laugh and they both turn to look at Flambae.
“What? What is it? What did you say fucker?”
“Nothing, it’s a secret for me and Herm.”
“No it’s not, you’re saying shit about me Mechafuck!”
“No we weren’t, right Herm?”
“Y-yeah, no words ab-about you at all!”
Chad grabbed him by the hair, pulling him back so his back arched and skewed him further onto Chad’s cock. Herman moaned, his jaw being clenched by Flambae’s other hand as he thrust became hard and rough.
“You better tell me what that bitch Robert said, or I’ll fuck you till my cock melts your brain.”
Herman whimpers, his eyes watering.
“H-he said you’re a beggar! A-a secret beggar!”
Chad shoots Robert a dirty look, just getting a smirk and shrug in response.
“Okay, you want to laugh bitchboy? Here’s something to laugh about.”
He pushes Herman’s face into the tile, snapping his hips against the skinny man’s body. Herman moaned and whined, reaching back to clutch at Robert, who happily took his hands.
“Come on, don’t take your anger out of him.”
“You’re next, fucker.”
Chad brings a scorching hand down on Herman’s ass, leaving a red, steaming mark. Herm moans loudly, more tears rolling down his cheeks, feeling himself grow close to the edge for the third time.
“B-Boss I can’t- I’m gonna- I-I need to!-“
“Just do it, cockslut.”
The insult, for reasons Herman hadn’t yet discovered about himself, sent him over, spilling onto the floor again. Chad continued his abusive speed, gripping Herman like his life depended on it.
“Fucckkkk! This ass is fucking amazing.”
Chad thrust into him one last time, filling him along side the remnants of Robert.
Herman sobs into the floor, blissfully fucked out. Chad pulls out and gives Herm another firm slap before pulling him to sit up by the hair. Herm sucks air through his teeth at the slight sting from the roughness of the pull, but he recovers quickly. Robert kisses him softly.
“You did so good, Herm.”
“Thank- thank you.”
Robert looks around.
“Wow, we are sweaty messes, we should probably hit the showers before getting back to work. Robert and Chad both simultaneously stand up and put their clothes back on.
“Hey,” Robert smiles at Chad, “you weren’t so bad, you knocked the wind out of him.”
“Thanks… and uhh, I guess your peen isn’t that tiny
Flambae and Robert laugh, actually getting along for once as they leave.
“W-wait! You guy are just gonna- just gonna leave m-me here?”
They turn back to look at the dripping boy, both with water and cum.
“AH! How could I forget my favorite part,” Robert turns back to Herman and sits next to him, “Aftercare.”
He kisses Herman gently, grabbing a near by towel and wiping Herman’s body down, momentarily drying him off. He continues to kiss down Herman’s body, making sure to clean him up fully.
“Hey,” Chad looks over, a little embarassed he forgot aftercare, “let me help some.”
He comes over to Herman’s over side, massaging his shoulders, using his powers to dry his hair and kissing him.
“W-woah, I’m getting so spoiled.” He laughs nervously to himself.
After a few minutes, he’s mostly dry and is changing back into his suit.
“Let’s get you a snack and some water.” Robert wraps an arm around Herman, walking out of the janitor’s closet with him, Flambae following behind with his arms folded over his chest.
“Oh uhh, water makes me uhh… extra d-drippy. Maybe a soda? Maybe? Instead?”
“Whatever you want, Waterboy”