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"You got a... y'know, a prosthetic knob?"
"Yes. The term for it is 'packer'." Harry added, cheerfully, "I shan't let you see it."
"Well, no shit you ain't!" Eggsy chortled, flushing just a little. "Where'd you get it, though?"
"They're commercially available. You can order one online and receive a package on your doorstep within the week."
He wasn't answering him. "But you didn't do that, eh?"
A sidelong glance from Harry said it all.
In hysterics, Eggsy slapped the table with both hands. "Fuckin' hell, Harry! Your knob's Kingsman tech, innit?"
"I'll take no further questions regarding my knob."