B-Raft
Brian’s junk is called the B-Raft. It's not a raft. It's a nickname. You can ride it. It's wet. It's rough. It's like a toilet ride with no seat.
My B-Raft is so broken, I can’t even stand up.
Riding the B-Raft is like being thrown into a pile of trash.
Brian’s B-Raft is the reason I hate him.