Reilly , during a day of typical touring-rocker excess, is confronted by a fellow named Bert Tyler Nilson asking if he'd like some coffee.
But usually we aren't being stripped by a scurrilous Eurotrash banker and forced to endure a ball beating like the one James Bond suffered at the hands of Le Chiffre in.
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Prop comedy indeed, these initial glimpses of Peter's flaccid friend — paired nicely with his undefined abs and pecs in the early stages of man boob — succeeded in making his character immediately relatable.