If the "one who brung him" is me, Meat hasn't alienated me. I try to play it fair here. Someone says something that deserves ball breaking, I'll break em.

That said, I think I found out what that jar was on his desk.
Some sort of gingerbread sugar scrub. Whattaya do, scrub yer junk with it, then rinse it off, so a chick can go to a happy place of eating cookies while she's blowing you? Can't ya just throw a fat chick a couple donuts on her way out the door to make her want to blow you again?