Hilarity, or sexual assault charges. Or hilarious sexual assault charges. A pencil up the bum is still a sexual assault, regardless of the intent.
The faux racism gag reminds me of another uncomfortable (and cruel, really) routine that some of my friend’s work buddies used to pull:
One of them could do a mean performance as someone with fairly severe Down syndrome. They went into McDonald’s with him doing his thing in full – and of course, he’d want to order for everybody, because it brought him great joy. But the two guys with him would act like total dicks, being mean when he couldn’t remember the whole order at once. “No, Billy! Two Quarter-pounders with cheese, a McChicken, two large fries, one small fries, one large vanilla shake, one large chocolate shake, and a medium Coke! Get it right.” And he’d try and try again, and they’d get more and more impatient and abusive, totally making the cashier uncomfortable and sympathetic. Then a huge to-do with presenting the correct money, tons of confusion, gentle support from the cashier, and a totally beaming “Billy” at the end of it. Then, when the food came he’d grab the tray and do a quick 180, sending the food flying everywhere. More abuse, even a light smack on the top of the head, and a clearly distraught “Billy.” Everything is smoothed over, with people cleaning up and trying to sooth the poor guy. Food is replaced (no charge, natch,) and the meal is finally consumed, with more of this general bad behaviour. “Billy” is made to bus the table like a trained monkey.
Finally, three trio heads out. Not quite done yet, though – they have a hell of a time getting out of the parking lot. The two jerks are screaming abuse at Billy as he tries to navigate the parking lot, tons of missteps with the brake and accelerator until they peel out of the lot, with Billy hanging his head out the window screaming “Yaaaaaaay! I’m driving a caaaaaaar!”
Totally asinine, but funny as hell if you’re twenty years old and jerk.