Immediately you dash to the phone, feeling the bulk of your enormous latex ass wobble behind you. Your pal Lester is a smart guy, perhaps he can help you fix this mess before your wife gets home from the store?
After a couple of rings, Lester picks up. Unsure how to explain your predicament on the phone, you simply ask him to come round right away and that it's an emergency. Lester seems reluctant, until you insist you really do need his help but you can't explain it over the phone. Lester says he'll be over in ten.