"Scottie, where are you, and where's the beer you said you'd buy?"
Danny was on the other line, and he sounded impatient.
"Dude, I dunno if you understand, but I'm about to get laid!" Scottie whispered during the call due to Danny only being 11 and on the wrong end of puberty.
"Well, I don't care about that, and neither does Jase. In case you're not aware, he and I can't even get hard! Hell, he and I now don't find ANY of the girls in our class attractive."
"Isn't that cute, Danny? You and Jase hadn't discovered girls yet. Now if you kids excuse me..."
Scottie had hung up on Danny, more than ready for his escapade.
Danny had slumped onto his bed, annoyed at Scottie's decision to prioritize sex over his best friends. Seconds later, Jase charged in, alarming Danny.
"Dude! Dude! Ya gotta see this!"
"What is it, Jase?"
"Look! I think we're stuck, Danny!"
Jase pointed at the part in the instructions for the Pubertaway that mentioned the age limit.
"20? No one over 20 can use it?!" Danny shouted at the top of his lungs, "So, Scottie's stuck as an adult?!"
"Yep, and we're stuck as 11 year olds!"
"Oh fuck!" Danny's voice cracked at the use of the f-word, "What're we gonna do? We can't have our parents find out about this! They'll ground us 'till our balls drop again!"
"Oh! What about that support line?" Jase pointed towards the phone number for Pubertaway Support. It was a 1-800 number, so there were no concerns about tolls.
His cell phone on hand, Danny panicked as he dailed the intended number.