136,000 calories of dramatic music and unintelligible adolescent mumbling.
It's like trying to cram a gummy peg into an equally gummy hole that is pretty much kind of the right size.
I bet living in that cake would be cheaper and more spacious than a Manhattan apartment. Where's the wait list?
In solidarity with sad men everywhere, the epic boys build a meat structure to get a fan laid. WILL THEY SUCCEED?