Shame to get into fisticuffs over some market research. You sit out on your porch waiting for Bergie to show up. He comes stomping up your walkway with a real head of steam, looking pissed. That bulge in his pants is probably a gun.
You pull a can of beer off the sixpack that's next to your chair and toss it to him. Instinctual reactions kick in and he is catching and cracking the beer before he knows what hit him. He takes a long swig and sits down on the porch next to you like the most natural thing in the world. Before he can remember to shoot your balls off you fill him in on what you've been doing. You explain that your major bottleneck in production is that you've only got one dick, so at the moment you can only make a few bottles of penis tea in a week, and by the time the six-pack is finished Bergie has signed on to lend his own dick to your efforts.
Your production capacity just doubled!