"You're an idiot." FDR mutters, but it's not his name. It's not his car. So if Dean is going to keep tossing baby around at anything and everything and making his car get all mopey, well that's their business. So instead he pulls his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and sits back for the ride.

But Tuck is scrunching up his face as he looks between the two men, "You know, I don't need to hear these kinds of things."

"Whatever, you know what my dick looks like. You've seen it."

Tuck rolls his eyes, "And I'll never be allowed to forget, will I?"

"Want to hear about the things I do with my massive dick?"

"You don't want to start this, mate." And there's a warning tone in his voice that has FDR going quiet fast. Sometimes, it's not such a good idea to tell someone everything about his personal life, because then threats like that actually hold some weight.