The other’s laughter, had done a good job of deflating both his hair and his ego, and of course being told that he needed to act tougher didn’t help. Well he was glad he’d made this guy’s day, now the tattooed youth would spend the rest of his trying to scrape his remaining dignity off the floor where he felt like he’d lost it, “it aint *cough* fuckin’ funny *cough cough*…”

Once he’d finally gotten his composure together Zell stood with his hands crossed over his chest looking adamant about his own masculinity. His eyes were still pin wheeling a bit from the disorientation and he was completely unaware of his own nudity, only that being embarrassed only served to fuel him, “and I’m not jumpy. I…I’m cautious…this shower's filled with old fogeys with rusted dicks…so I’m just savin' my ass. You’d be too.” Well he doubted this guy would be, he was half a foot taller and kind of intimidating…well Zell wasn’t intimidated.

“Plus I got plenty of stones so don’t worry about it,” Zell waved dismissively trying to look tough after the ruffling he received.