“What in the name of all that is fucking holy is that?” Chuck’s eyes flitted to the drink. “It’s a Flamingo Frappuccino.” “Sorry? It’s a what?” “It’s a Flamingo Frappuccino.” “No, I heard the fucking words you said,” Hoon replied. “I just didn’t understand them, or why you’d be drinking what appears to be the contents of the Pink Panther’s ballsack.”
