It's just a matter of time till Flashpoint wakes up with magnets stuck in awkward places. Scrap like this just pushes the countdown clock.

And being mutant plush monster fodder would be less embarrassing than hearing Flashpoint's voice right now. Frag, couldn't she not run into him until he'd found a dumpster or something to dump this stuff in?

"Very funny," he grumbles, pausing to pfffft a mouthful of plushie bunny butt from his mouth. "Just upset because I'm a slaggin' winner." And you're not. Where's your awkward mountain of prizes, huh?