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"That is the stupidest idea for a porno plot I have ever heard in my life." Angela huffed.

"Does it really matter? I mean, nobody's gonna watch this for the story." Rod said.

"Can I just get eaten already?" Alonso said.

"I'll remind you that we have a budget of about 10 bucks for this thing, guys. It's not gonna be a blockbuster in here." Drake said, fiddling with the lens on his scuffed camcorder.

"Oh come on, Drake. You're the last person I'd expect to throw away your artistic integrity for a quick buck." Angela said.

Drake sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but I mean, this assignment is just about camera angles and framing and stuff. If I was gonna do anything with it but hand it over to prof Unity then it might matter."

"No reason you can't do both! And you know that we could use extra study too! I could use the," Angela paused and posed with one hand upturned to the ceiling as she exclaimed, "Acting experience!" In her most unwieldy dramatic voice.

"What if this is the plot? Just us arguing about the porno story and then we fuck and I eat everybody?" Rod rumbled.

"Oh god, I'm wrong. That would be worse." Angela said.

Alonso shrugged and lazily stretched on the couch. His head bumped against Rod's half-hard cock and his toes gently curled against the armrest in reply. "What if it's like even more meta? Like somebody's watching the story of us trying to figure out a porno plot." He said.

"And then we fuck and I eat everybody?" Rod said.

"Christ. I wouldn't blame anyone for immediately throwing their computer across the room in disgust! But it's not hard to come up with something! Something with flaws and drama, and characters-" Angela said, waving her hands around her in a flourish.

"So like...what if I act like I don't want to get eaten?" Alonso asked.

"But then I fuck and eat him?" Rod asked.

Angela's hands dropped limply to her sides and she clarified with a slow sigh. "This is hopeless." She said.

Drake chuckled, shaking his head. He reached up from his crouch, grabbing one of Angela's rump cheeks to spread it for the camera's viewfinder. Angela couldn't help but spread her legs a little more, her tail flitting up to bounce her skirt out of the way. "Don't be like that, honey. This isn't going to rock the world, but I'm sure we can have some fun with it." Drake said.

"My ass is better than that. It rocks the whole world! Aphrodite herself would be like, Damn!" Angela huffed.

"Oh, that's an idea. You could all be sacrifices to some greek god or summat." Drake said, distractedly.

"Oh, that also works cuz I'm in a frat. Like a greek thing." Rod said, reaching down to rub Alonso's head with a few fingers and his thick cock with the rest.

"Different kinda thing, ya big lug. I guess I'd look okay in a toga." Alonso admitted.

"Toga is the least sexy word I have heaver heard in my life." Angela said, stretching the word out with a voice she hoped would be as deep as Rod's, "Tooooga."

"They're super comfy and convenient, though! And like...Easy access!" Alonso said, making a hefting gesture in front of his crotch.

"Since when are you an expert on togas?" Angela challenged.

Rod shifted to sit up straight on the couch. His dick throbbed between his thighs, it's impressive weight supported by the muscular horse's thick fingers. His huge hand wrapped around the base of his prick, but his fingertips couldn't touch around his engorged shaft. Drake shifted the camera back to the horse, slinking himself down to his belly on the ground to frame the underside of that huge dick above the camera. "So..." He started.

Drake paused, letting the view of the horse's fingers kneading over his wide flare go by without comment. As his fingers returned to pumping his heavy cock, ignoring the other actor's cries of 'toga' in the background, Drake shrugged. "Yeah, just fuck and eat them." He said.

"Ohmigod. I have just spent way too much of my life arguing with a rat about toga fashion." Angela said.

"I just think that they're the best casual clothing and should totally make a com-Mnf!" Alonso said.

"Now look, I'm certain he was making a salient and coercive point about the practicality of antiquated dresses, but I think Rod has a better argument," Drake said.

The stallion's argument seemed pretty effective; it was very difficult for Alonso to articulate his counterpoint with his head entirely engulfed in Rod's soft muzzle. Drake shifted again, worming his way off the ground with a particularly talented push from his other hand that smoothly drew the frame from the stallion's cock up to the broad tongue that stretched halfway down the smaller creature's back.

He poured hot breath across the rodent's front as his free hand shifted to cradle the lithe rat's ass, lifting the smaller creature from the couch. Alonso reached back to grab at the horse's head but his slender fingers only managed to grope over the male's long muzzle. His tail thrashed under him and as his entire head was engulfed in Rod's throat, his whole body suddenly went stiff.

The camera traced back to Rod's throat and the rat's moaning muzzle was apparent in the large bulge in the huge creature's neck. He zoomed in to see the details that the horse's flesh almost managed to cover and Rod casually halted his meal to let the camera spend some time admiring the way that Alonso squirmed each time his strong throat clenched down around his head and neck. After a few moments, Alonso adjusted to the treatment and his hands shifted back to his crotch, stroking his rock-hard dick in the air.

The snack was fully supported by Rod's wide hand and his muzzle. Drake pulled back to take in the view of the two masturbating creatures, though his attention was focused on Rod's flexing muscles. He barely seemed to notice the weight of his friend and the draft's thick muscles barely shifted whenever the rat struggled. He lifted Alonso a little higher, letting the rat's shoulders slide against his warm lips.

Rod's strokes were still slow and strong along the length of his huge cock, milking strands of precum onto his hooves and the floor underneath him. Drake settled back as he got a particularly delicious camera angle; he ignored his erection as he filmed the scene. "Fuck, that dick is so big..." He mumbled.

"Fuck yeah, I know! Lemme get in on this..." Angela said.

The badger stepped into frame, both hands on her ample tits. She strutted up to the couch and Drake dove to catch the view between her legs as she stepped up onto the cushions; he hoped that the thud of his shoulder into the tile wasn't audible on the recording. He didn't regret the ache, or the bruise, however, not with Angela's slick pussy displayed perfectly to the camera eye.

That view only got better as she reached down with her free hand, sliding a pair of fingers into her wet cut. Alonso panicked slightly as he felt her pushed up between his legs, but as soon as her hand pushed his away and replaced his fingers with her muzzle, his legs stopped squirming to wrap loosely around her neck. Drake, and thankfully, Rod paused while the dragon got some footage of the Badger's fingers sliding back and forth inside of her slit before he rotated up to crowd himself in over Angela's shoulders.

Angela chuckled around Alonso's cock as she felt the dragon's dick grind up against her ass, but that sensation was out of frame as Drake hungrily captured her muzzle bobbing along Alonso's long dick. He made sure to keep the huge horse maw in view, providing a bit of contrast between the badger's pleasuring muzzle and the horse's hungry one. Angela's lewd gulps and gasps of pleasure around the rat's cock complimented Rod's noises, his vorish gulps spaced out. Each time he swallowed another few inches of the slender rat's chest, he let out a loud glrk from his opened muzzle, showing off his slick, soft mouth and the motion of his throat clenching around the squirming meal.

All the pleasure that overwhelmed Alonso wasn't expected. Of course, he had expected some sex before he got eaten, but to have two preds working him over so thoroughly while keeping him the center of attention while he was just a snack was divine. he had long since lost control of himself and, as his hips humped shakily into Angela's mouth, his whole form quivered in her hands. She let out a moan around Alonso's cock for the benefit of the camera. Alonso was far too deep into the horse's throat to hear the noise of pleasure, but he was far too stimulated to hear.

The camera pushed in, as close to the rat's back as it could go in the crowded space. Drake had to step up on the couch to get the view. Drake knew it wasn't perfect framing, but he also knew his audience, and the good professor had made a big deal about how much she loved a gulping throat. The huge hoss paused until the camera was still before he gulped again, dragging Alonso's hips to his lips, pointedly showing off how his strong throat pulled the rat down. He made a mental note to thank Rod later; that perfect gulp would certainly move their showing to professor Unity's personal spank-bank.

Angela knew she wouldn't be able to keep working on Alonso's cock for much longer. Her hand reached back out of frame, tapping quickly on Drake's leg. The dragon pulled back, just in time to catch the last few bobs of her muzzle along Alonso's cock. The badger slowly pulled back, opening her muzzle as she felt the rat twitch and strands of saliva glistened in the air, linking her lips and the rat's rock-hard cock.

That shaft hung in the air for a few long moments. A thick droplet of pre formed on the tip before slowly dripping down into Angela's mouth. Drake hoped to the goddess that the camera picked up the muffled whimper that Alonso made in Rod's throat, but at least he knew it picked up view of the bulge the rat made in the Hoss's throat. The nearly skintight bulge named Alonso flexed against the powerful throat dragging him down well his stiff cock pumped his orgasm into the air over Angela's face. The badger moaned eagerly as the first few drops of seed hit her tongue. Strands of hot jizz splashed over her tongue, her mouth, and the top of her rack.

Rod was no stranger to the feeling of prey squirming in his throat. As soon as he felt Alonso's arms press out against the undulating muscle past his elevating maw, he gulped, hard. The last of Alonso's orgasm splashed over Rod's bottom lip and drooled down Angela's rack. The camera, Drake, and Angela all watched hungrily as Alonso's stiff cock disappeared across the horse's broad tongue. Alonso's hips disappeared next, quickly gulped to join the rest of the bulge, now more horse throat than rat.

Without missing a beat, Angela dropped down to wrap her heavy breasts and her mouth around Rod's flared cock. Her eyes lidded slightly as her mouth slid well past the horse's median ring, leaving the bulge in her throat echoing the squirming bulge Alonso made in Rod's throat. As the horse leaned back to enjoy the blowjob, Drake ducked to the side and turned the camera to frame the two bulges.

As slow as Rod often portrayed himself as being, he was certainly no stranger to this particular sort of show. The choice of dramatics production as a major combined with the football scholarship was strange to most people, but Rod knew that he'd probably be on TV quite a bit. And, well, if not on TV then he'd make damn sure his sex tapes were awesome. It was a particular aspect that Drake appreciated completely now--from the way that Rod worked his hips up to towards his mouth while he rolled his chest forward, forcing the rat's bulge to move in his throat. He tilted his head back as Angela pushed further down, letting Alonso's legs stretch and dangle as he bobbed back and forth inside of Rod's muscular throat.

Angela had her own talents to show off. In only the way a predator could, she smoothly swallowed the whole of the horse's huge cock. It bulged all the way down to her collarbone and she hardly seemed to notice.

Drake couldn't figure out a good angle to catch view before Rod made his move. The big horse's head tipped back, leaving Alonso's legs kicking in the air. He slid, rather suddenly compared to the slow gulping that had surrounded him previously, deep into the horse's belly. The thickest part of the rat's bulge slipped down from the horse's muscular chest with only a pair of audible gulps. The relative lack of muscle there allowed for an even better view of the way that Alonso's arms pushed out against the hot, constraining flash of Rod's belly. By this point, Rod had already relaxed his head back down, forcing Alonso's shins to turn. The rabbit's feet were the only thing left sticking out of the previously-hungry horse's muzzle.

The new bulge in Rod's gut immediately began to jostle with Angela for position. Alonso's slender arms pushed out against Rod's nutty brown fur, pushing back against Angela's head. The badger was forced to spread her legs even further, sliding down until her kneeling legs were almost level with her hips. She had just enough room to wedge her fingers underneath herself to continue working her wet slit. Rod ground around the rest of his meal as his shaft bent, pressing the base into his loose sac. He reached up as he released his breath, groping over the visible bulges that Alonso's thighs formed inside of his throat. The mouse's smooth, pink toes wiggled as Rod's tongue gave one long stroke over his soles. With a slow breath, Rod gulped one final time.

Drake almost forgot to point the camera as he was treated to a front-row sight of the rat's bulge sliding into Rod's belly. The football star's gut, usually a chiseled sixpack, stretched tightly over the squirming form of the rat inside. Drake, previously, had the pleasure of being consumed by a similarly muscular stud. There was something special about the way that toned muscles worked back against the prey, and it looked no less special here. Like a great many other times in Drake's life, he was immensely glad that he had a camera to capture the memory.

The feelings of the active prey pressing and working against the walls of his muscular belly were quickly proving to be too much for the big present. Rod very rarely lost control of his body. It was one of the many things that made him such a great athlete, but to this day, Drake was not sure whether it was because the big hoss was powerfully stoic or intensely easy-going. Either way, with the deluge of pleasure flooding through him from the hot mouth wrapped around every inch of his heavy shaft and the squirming rat inside of his gut, he gave a deep and uncharacteristically needy moan. Drake dropped to the ground hard enough to give his elbows carpet burn. He flipped the camera up in a motion that he would certainly have to edit later, to catch the view of Rod's thick horse shaft pulsing in Angela's throat. With the badger's practiced position, Drake could see every detail of Rod's shaft inside of her, at least until some of the definition of Rod's flared tip past Angela's collarbone. Each time that the horse pumped a thick shot of the seed into Angela's throat, he could see the median ring and even the largest vein that ran along the horse's shaft pulsed out in the badger's throat.

Angela held it together, the best of all of them. She barely managed to withdraw her fingers from her snatch before she hit a climax and focused on turning her head to show off the way that Rod's humongous shaft stretched her. She winked at the camera as the first few shots of Rod's seed poured down her throat. The motion was contrasted quite effectively by the swollen, squirming belly above Angela's head.

Drake didn't even have to ask. Angela didn't stay hilted on that shaft for long, only drinking about half of the hoss's impressive orgasm before she pulled back, reaching up with both hands. One wrapped around Rod's saliva-slick base while the other reached up to coddle and work his heavy, smooth sack. Her mouth slipped entirely free of the football player's thick shaft and her hand began to work quickly along the lower half of Rod's cock to messily splatter the rest of his load over her face and chest in thick white strands.

With a shivering grunt, Rod shifted back up as his orgasm finally subsided. The now-messy badger grinned up at the Hoss, who was panting with one big hand groping and kneading over the squirming form of his contained rodent friend. Angela grinned up at him and boldly placed a foot up on the couch. "You ready for another go, stud? I think I need to feel this Rod," Angela ruined the cheesy dialog with an obvious snort, "Inside me before you gulp me down this throat."

Rod sighed. He didn't even give Angela the dignity of an answer before his large jaws clamped down over the badger's head. Her muffled protests of, "but this is how it should go in the script", were quickly drowned out in a muffled moan as Rod pushed down on her hips. His thick shaft sank deep into the badger's pussy, but it seemed that he had far more trouble with her slit and she did her throat. It was to be expected; Ron's cock was overly generous in the best of circumstances and Angela seemed to have slightly less experience stretching down below. It didn't seem to matter to Rod, however.

While his consumption of Alonso had been gentle, Rod's hips almost immediately set a harsh rhythm. He slammed up into Angela, sinking his cock to nearly his median ring. Angela was forced to grab at Rod's strong body, her fingers digging into thick muscles as she struggled to find enough purchase to comfortably take the horse. Rod's rhythm picked up and each buck of his hips thrust Angela deeper into his throat.

He encountered a slight amount of trouble as her thicker shoulders pressed into his mouth. The husky badger was quite a bit thicker than Alonso's slender frame, but the horse was both plenty large and experienced to make the setback only momentary. The plastic frame that ringed the recording dipped down Angela's back. Mercifully, the framing prevented Rod's strained expression from being immortalized on film, but also centered the view, distractingly, on Angela's ass. Drake drooled and suddenly forgot that there were other things in the world than the sight of Angela's heavy cheeks smacking together. Each thrust of the horse's heavy cock inside of her forced her hips to bounce. Lewd squelches accompanied the squishy noises from the horse's maw each time that Angela's slit stretched across his median ring.

Every buck made Angela's hips bounce up and forced her ass to clap apart. Drake's eyes were locked on every leading glimpse that each thrust gave him of the badger's asshole. That tight pucker clenched every time Rod's throat squeezed around Angela's muzzle. Drake couldn't stop himself from panting as he watched those thick cheeks squeeze that hole back. For several long moments, Drake thought deeply about his choice of profession as he realized that he could be balls deep in Angela's ass instead of trapped behind the viewfinder stroking his cock.

His calmer senses prevailed, after a while. He was rock hard and drooling, from his cock and his muzzle, by the time he realized he might be missing important shots. After another short few minutes of watching Angela's tight hole disappear between her clapping cheeks, he turned his view up again.

He swore, almost loud enough to be heard, as he realized that Angela's generous bust had already found its way into the horse's broad muzzle. Rod had not made much progress in the time that Drake had been absorbed by the curvy girl's ass, so Drake realized he'd missed more than a few shots of the horse's tongue running up over Angela's breasts and nipples. He knew that, at least, was one of Professor Unity's particular likes. She might be a bit annoyed that she missed those particular angles, but, worst come to worst, Drake supposed they would just have to do this again.

Even with the distracting, rhythmic clap of Angela's ass, Drake was determined not to mess with too much more of the horse's meal. Angela's upper arms were pinned to her sides, and her fingers rubbed along Rod's muscular sides. His fingers held the badger's hips, keeping her still as he worked her heavy tits into his throat.

Drake's eyes widened as he watched the bulge in the Hoss's throat grow through the viewfinder. Angela sported just as much of an endowment from her parents as Rod did. Her tremendous breasts stretched Rod's throat wide, and they seem to even more impressive stretching the flesh of the horse's throat than they did in the open air. Rod's eyes were closed, and his whole muscular body worked to try to fit that ample rack. Again, Drake had a deep internal conversation with himself about his choice of career paths. If he had been decided to go into drama he could be up there, kneading the cushy bulges that Angela's breasts made in Rod's throat and fondling the stiff her nipples that formed a pair of pert protrusions under the horse's flesh. That, Drake thought, or he could just buy a tripod.

At least Rod knew what he was doing. One of his sausage-fingered hands reached up to grope and knead at the badger's breasts in his throat. Drake had to stifle a nosebleed as he watched that constrained bust squish against the horse's fingers. It looked slightly different than when he had groped Angela's naked tits. They slipped away from his fingers, as much as they could inside of the undulating muscle of his throat. However, Rod's eventual goal was not forgotten as he fondled Angela's bulge. His throat continued to gulp and tugged at the badger's form and those large breasts lowly dipped deeper into the horse's throat. Each gulp tugged the tremendous bulges closer and closer to the horse's collarbone.

At this point, Rod had a decision to make. He was still deep inside Angela's wet slit, but any more swallowing would put the badger firmly into his throat. Even now with her large breast bulges dipping past the bottom of his neck, the badger's thick ass was threatening to slip from the horse's cock. Both of them were far too bulky for Rod to consider pushing all the way down as if he were sucking his cock. Though, for Rod, the decision was simple.

As Angela's breasts began to swell out Rod's thick chest, both of the football player's hands dropped to grip her ass. Thick fingers and meaty hands needed that those meaty hands red Angela's cheeks wide. Regrettably for their professor, but irresistibly for Drake, the frame dropped back down to admire Angela's clenching pucker. The horse's fingers squeezed in to gently press and massage that whole ass as his arms flexed. He lifted Angela's hips, not minding the help when the badger's feet settled onto his thighs and pushed. If Rod's eyes had been closed due to exertion before, they were lidded from pleasure now.

As Rod felt Angela's pussy slip back over his median ring, Drake got a perfect view of his balls pulling up to the base of his cock along his leg. Now that he was cumming, Rod didn't beat around the bush. By the time than his cock had pump a pair of shots into Angela's glittering slit, his flared tip was already tugging Angela's pussy lips. Seed drooled in thick rivulets down his cock, and sticky white fluid dripped down over his heavy balls.

Finally, his head pushed down and his hands pushed up. Another half foot of Angela's belly disappeared into the horse. His cock popped free of her pussy, and the last of Rod's messy orgasm splashed out across the underside of Angela's crotch. Seed splashed over her exposed slit, her taint, and her thighs. The horse's final shot of hot seed splattered up her spread cheeks, in a way that Drake was certain was going to land him in an extracurricular study session with the horny professor. As he watched thick, white seed drooling down over Angela's clenching asshole, he knew that, if nothing else, he was going to be enjoying the hell out of his next editing session.

With one hunger sated, Rod returned to sate his other. For the hoss, Alonso had been a rather late after-workout snack, but the badger was proving to be much more than that. As both sets of fingers dug their way to the tips into Angela's cheeks, her hips began to slowly stretch Rod's maw. The horse tipped his head back, lifting Angela's legs high into the air. Seed dripped down over her crotch, drooling in thick strands on to Rod's face.

It took a little bit more doing, but Rod was experienced and determined. Finally, Angela's thick ass and hips slipped into his throat. Her legs pressed together from the persistent goading of Rod's hands and the pressure on her thighs from Rod's gulping mouth. At least here, the question of what view to record was entirely obvious. The horse's throat made an almost vacuum-tight seal around Angela's hips. Softened only by the meat of the bulky stud's throat, the camera eye could see every curve of Angela's hips and crotch as it traveled down Rod's gulping throat. As Angela's head and arms pushed into the already occupied stomach, Alonso's slender frame began to wiggle again. The horse's defined abs were long lost as Angela's tits swelled out his belly and confined Alonso to whatever space he could carve out by pushing against the thick badger.

Drake didn't move as he watched Angela's hips travel down Rod's throat. His hands trembled enough that he would have to edit the video in post, but he couldn't help but stand stock still and admire the squirming bulges inside of the muscular horse. Rod's hand returned to slowly pump his still-stiff cock as Angela's legs disappeared into his maw. Drake aimed the camera up, one last time, to catch the horse's tongue running over Angela's soles. He held there just long enough to watch those feet disappear into the horse's gaping throat. Rod left his broad muzzle open for a few more seconds, just long enough to let the video display his plush tongue before his flat teeth clacked together, pointedly explaining the fate of his meals.

The show wasn't over, however. Drake turned the camera back down to center on Rod's squirming belly. Here, there was more muscle and padding on the gluttonous horse's frame and the bulges weren't nearly as defined as they had been in his throat. However, the two actors inside were still distinguishable, especially as Angela pinned Alonso against the wall of Rod's belly. From what Drake could make out, through the layers of muscle and nutty brown further, Alonso's head was buried in Angela's cleavage. The badger had pushed her hips in against Alonso's, and it was more than obvious what they were up to inside of the predatory horse. Drake focused the camera in on the squirming bulge until there was plenty of footage of their rhythmic motions and it was obvious that they weren't going to do anything more exciting anytime soon.

With a satisfied sigh, Drake pressed the stop button on the camera. Finally, through with the device, he lowered the LCD screen. The horse's brown fur and the tremendous bulges in Rod's belly were much more intense viewed in real life, instead of through the grainy preview screen.

Rod had relaxed back, his eyes still closed, as his hand pumped his thick erection. He was obviously enjoying the sensation of the squirming pair inside of his belly. Though Drake couldn't feel them, he was still obviously enjoying the view and he had his own pent-up erection distracting him.

Like every other time in life that Drake had turned off his camera, he wished he waited another few moments. Almost as soon as he had stepped forward to place both hands on either side of the horse's belly, Angela decided to turn around inside of him. The bulge right and squirmed inside of Rod's torso and Drake watched with wide eyes as Alonso disappeared deep inside of Rod's belly. He stared even more as the position pushed Angela's ass out against Rod's abs, forming a perfect enough view of the hidden badger's ass. At least, this time, Drake didn't have to choose between getting the shot and getting off.

Rod rumbled in minor irritation as Drake clambered up onto his lap. However, he was too full and lazy to do anything to prevent Drake from separating his cock from his hand. He didn't seem to mind, however, as Drake trapped that tremendous horse stick up against his thick shaft and Angela's ass boulders. Drake's hands fondled over the sides of the bulging stomach, squishing and groping through layers of trained, athletic flesh to squish and work the badger's chunky cheeks. Even through the horse's stomach, he could easily feel his cock pinned up against Angela's ass.

He humped more eagerly than he thought he would have. He ground in thrust against Rod's stiff, leaking cock and Angela's trapped rump. Between his ass fetish and the unique vorish situation, it didn't take more than a moment for him to feel his pent-up orgasm coming to a head. His eyes were wide as he watched Angela's bulge squish against their frotting cocks. With a shudder and moan, Drake felt his ridged cock start to pulse against their bellies-his empty one and the football player's well-stretched gut. Rod let out a moan as well as thick cum lubricated their shafts and he was treated to the feeling of the dragon's shaft pulsing against his. With a needy groan, thick shots of seed pumped from both of their shafts, soaking his bulging belly, toned pecs, and his grinning face.

Finally, Drake flopped against his equine friend. Sticky heat decorated their fronts and drooled off Rod's cheeks. His thick bulge squirmed against Drake's front. With a soft, happy nicker, Rod settled back to digest. "So, director dragon, how was it?" Rod asked, opening one eye.

Drake waited until Rod had finished blinking the cum off his eyelid before answering. "I'll give maybe a two out of five for the plot, but the action and the framing should be more than solid enough to make up for it. I'm sure will give a full review in class, and I'm sure we'll be happy with the grade." He said, smirking.

"Mmm," Rod said, his brow scrunching.

"What's up, big guy?" Drake asked.

"How hard do you think it'd be to get Angela to wear a toga to class?" Rod asked.