Seconds later, Allessio's nostrils violently ejected a snot missile, propelling him forward into convulsive, raucous hilarity. The sight caused Lance to unleash a booming guffaw that was so vigorous it toppled his equilibrium, plunging him into an adjacent table.

Amid the pandemonium, Lance sent a bottle of Tignanello red wine tumbling into the ample, surgically augmented cleavage of a nearby woman. At the same moment, he found himself plunging face-first into the lap of her septuagenarian companion, a man who'd partaken in an erectile dysfunction remedy less than an hour ago. The sheer outrageousness of the incident was overwhelming for Allessio. Overcome by hysterics, he started to stagger about the room, careening like a freed parrot once captive on a buccaneer's shoulder.

Apart from his outlandish bedroom escapades, this was the peak of entertainment for Lance, the most exhilarating fun he had ever experienced.

Lance truly put forth considerable effort to zero in on those who were notoriously the most deceptive and obnoxious braggarts.

However, it turned out that raking in a substantial sum of cash from just about anyone was a blast, especially when sharing the experience with someone who's practically your mental twin.

They went all out and acquired matching tangerine Vespas, tangerine jet skis, and even matching tangerine tank tops that featured ironed-on images of a racehorse called Tangerine, in which they had recently invested.

"Are you suggesting that I, too, am expected to possess a sizable member?"