Larry “The Panty Boy” is the envy of all mankind. Not only does he get to play second-banana to his better half Miss Lolly POP herself, he’s also the lucky duck who gets to collect the discarded skivvies littering the thoroughly-destroyed stage after each explosive PANTY RAID! routine.

It’s a dirty, grueling, yet fragrant and strangely-arousing job, but somebody’s gotta do it. And who better than the “Panty Boy” himself?

It’s tough enough holding down one of the most envied jobs in the business: the job of “Knicker Nabber’”...but add to that the legions of jealous menfolk who allow their passions to escalate into treachery, even murderous plots against this poor, panty-pilfering soul.

Yes, many an evening, an already-exhausted Larry has had to ward off back-alley assasination attempts and other incredible dangers ranging from poison darts to piano wire, throwing stars to flame throwers. Yet this hapless “Pastie Plucker” treads ever onward, narrowly escaping doom with very mobster’s hail of gunfire he misses while bending to tie his shoe.

Call it dumb luck or the second sense that comes from living on the edge. Sure, he could quit any day, but what would Larry do in a world without his ladies, that limelight, or those huge, pink and sweaty mounds of mouth-watering panties? Mmmmm. Can you blame him?