Those movies Bloo mentioned

Mac: Uh....well, i am kinda curious about those 'exhilarating movies'. Could i maybe see one?

Frankie, blushing: Uh....i don't think you'd wanna see one of those! Really! It's nothing but....nothing but, uh....flowers and...rainbows and......and, uh....Quiet Riot.

Mac: Who?

Frankie, remembering her poofie-hair phase: No one you wanna see, trust me.

Mac: If you like them, how bad can they be?

Frankie: groan Mac....look, it's not that. The movies, i mean. They're not rainbows and Quiet Riot. But i really, REALLY don't think you'd like them!

Mac: Even so, i'm curious. Please can i see one? Just one!?

Frankie: (curse his cute eyes!) ....Fine. If you eat that thing in one bite, without crying, you can see one. ONE!!

Mac: ow..Ok.

Mac took a deep breath and shoved the cup-shaped, semi-gelatinous pea-green with purple swirls and various chunks thing into his mouth. The taste cannot be described accurately. The closest i can come is this: imagine eating jalapeños, warm cottage cheese, an egg from an era other than this one, lots of soy sauce and about a cup of salt. Now imagine throwing it up and eating it again after a sick dog pees on it. The tears pushed hard to come out, but he held them back. He swallowed loudly, then retched a couple times before smiling weakly.

Mac: I...i did it....ugh...

Frankie: sigh Alright. I'm a woman of my word. Hold on a minute and i'll find you one of the movies. Just sit right there, ok?

Mac, excited: Ok!

Frankie, thinking: Good goin'! Now not only is Mac drunk with you, now you're showing him porno! Jeeez! This is gonna scar him for life! Or maybe....maybe it'll gross him out and he won't be able to watch. It's a risk, but it may be the best solution. But then again, what if he loves it?