Meeting Fatz makes people wonder how much Botox Hitler could have afforded if he'd ever decided to change his accent and live out the rest of his days running a strip club and prostitution ring in America's armpit.  “The girls must ALWAYS be on stage at the appointed time!”  And so on. 

The more observant girls, who've noticed the itty bitty boner when they argue back to him, occasionally hack into his deranged little brain and get their ways. 

Most of the time, it's “You cry to me, but your solution is over there, in that customer's pants.”