God, it's gonna be like all up in his crotch, isn't it. Junk covered in glitter even though she was never anywhere around there, much to his dismay (?).

This is actually getting kind of stupid, though Brock doesn't say that out loud. He does think it, though. He is thinking it very hard.

"No... still not getting it. Uh," he says, glancing around to make sure nobody else is in the lobby, "charades? Sounds like...?"