Parry nearly choked on the drool coming out of his mouth as Rikive fished around inside his enchanted Gucci bag. Parry'd had a hundred bags like this one ever since coming to the city, and they all lead to the same enchanted pocket in the Nether. It was easy for him to stash whatever he wanted for later. He was pretty sure he had a house full of diapers and an entire toy store in there.

When Rikive reached inside even deeper and gripped something that let to a quiet [i]WHHRRRRRRRRRRRR[/i] noise, he realized there was probably a small section in that bag that could definitely be marked "Adults Only" in most states.

[i]Don't laugh! I'd like to see you get through a hundred years without a dry spell![/i]

Rather than letting Rikive continue to fish through the bag for all of Parry's embarrassing items (Oh god, what if she pulled out '[i]The Destroyer[/i]'? It could legitimately be used as a club.) Parry crawled across the carpet as fast as his pudgy limbs could take him until he reached the bag.

He grabbed the open flap of the bag, hoisted himself over its lip, and dove in head first until only his bottom and naked legs stood out.

And yet he kept falling into the bag, inch by inch, until only his toes were peeking out of the top.

The inside was completely dark but Parry tried to home in on the Cell phone inside the bag. Feeling his way around the pocket dimension, he was able to find a stuffed animal section that stank of baby powder and spilled lotion. Hanging in the pocket of a stuffed kangaroo was his old iPhone 4S.

[i]Almost- almost got it- [/i]

Which was when Parry's legs slipped over the edge of the bag and he felt his pudgy body falling into the pocket dimension inside.

[i]OH SHIT![/i]