Dan races home to try and find answers to his perpetual attraction problems. He only wanted that stupid bitch at school to regret humiliating him in the first place. Now, he's got the entire community chasing his jock as though he were some giant magnet. A giant magnet that attracted people. His deep contemplation was broken by a loud whistle.
"Yeah! Boy, where you goin? Huh? Ol' Rock's got what you need baby." Two bearish looking guys on Harley's where shouting such lewd cat calls that Dan actually blushed as he slowed his sprint a moment to absorb their adoration. Was he actually getting turned on by this? By a couple of big fat hairy...
"no way..." Dan mumbles as he resumes his sprint across the street and onto his block. He could hear the thundering resonance of the motorcycles behind him as the two riders revved them loudly.
Dashing across his yard and fumbling with his house keys, Dan bursts through the front door. He bounds up the steps leading to his room without even stopping to take the keys out.
Once there, Dan's pouty lips curl in horror as he sees his computer screen blinking with a myriad of error messages. Sitting down and feverishly button mashing, Dan hears the sounds of voices, like a mob from outside coming up his yard. Glancing out the blinds of his bedroom window he confirmed about 20 or so people from the small commercial district he just passed including a little old woman and a yapping Pomeranian. He even see's a couple of Harley's pull up next to his house. As he returns to his computer to resume his fruitless attempts at getting it to respond, he hears the front door slam, and vaguely remembers how he forgot to close and lock the door. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Dan turns around to see...