They ask for a favour

“What dae ye think aboot this, lad? Ye’re verra quiet there. Lost for words, are ye?”
“Nah, sure... erm... it’s a good size, I guess.”, I said with a nervous chuckle.
“Good size, eh? I can see yer eyes wandering!”
“I mean... erm... okay, it’s kinda big... maybe, I guess.”
“Big he says! If ye think that’s big, wait ‘till it’s up yer backside!”, the dwarf replied as his friends roared in laughter.

I blushed, making them laugh even louder.

“Actually, laddie, ah wanted tae ask ye for a favour. We were arguin’ who is bigger, mind if ye help us oot? A judge o’ sorts.”
“You want me to be your... erm...”, I said as the other dwarves chimed in and whipped out their own cocks. “...judge?”
“Aye! See, it’s a wee bit of a problem cuz everyone just swears their willie is the biggest!”

It could’ve been the ale talking, but somehow the longer I stared at the cocks around me, the more reasonable this sounded!