Lying's Made

Feeble title! I couldn't think of one that was clever or witty and linked in with the title of the episode Self-Made. So my play is on the name of a UK brand of ices, Lyon's Maid. Pathetic.

Thanks goodness for Bobby to redeem me.

"There she goes, flattering me again."

"I don't know what this is, but sniffing it makes me feel happy."

You look coy, actually, Bobby. It's very fetching.

Yep, I'd be taking his picture too. Including from behind. And naked? Please?

He may be taller, but this twirp isn't a match for our big man.

Oh, those fingers are real fantasy-inducers.

Blue bottles = poison, but Bobby risks a sip.

He savours it. Looks a bit doubtful.

"Woo! That packs a punch."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drink an illegal substance."

Bobby tries not to laugh as Ross attempts to cover his broken fly.

Bobby offers his finger for a suck.

Sorry, er, was I supposed to make a comment here? Lost concentration there.

Bobby winces as his knickers get in a twist.