Academy Days: Mechanist’s Club – 3 [❤️❤️❤️]

Quinn said many things about college.

She was right about the frat parties going crazy, especially since you introduced your first batch of homemade whiskey. You would have liked her to tell you guys about the teachers making you buy their textbooks.

Or where to find someplace to study those textbooks.

You are Thursday, and of the thirteen libraries on campus, you couldn’t even find one that was ventilated enough to avoid ‘mishaps’. You could study in your room, but your little bros have steadily broken the ECS on some of your frat bros. Those guys like leaning on your doorframe, their DESIRE practically begging you to lock the door and top them.

The others tend to flock to you unconsciously.

At first it was okay, just little excuses to get you to fix stuff. The plumbing, the mana circuits in the house, even an airbike a couple times. Then they stick around, sweating and shimmying in place.

Expecting something.

You’d be willing to give them what they want, if only you weren’t spending practically every night buttfucking the ones with their ECS broken. Quinn trusted you with a job, and you’re not going to get far if you’re constantly having sex.

Thankfully, you can spend time studying in the libraries by reserving a group project room for yourself. Sealed inside a solitary glass room, you’re reading your textbook on mana machinery, wondering if there was any point in buying the fifth edition.

The third edition was basically the same, why did you spend an extra twenty gold on this?

Knock, knock, knock.

Three goblins are pressed against the glass, three pairs of tits smushed against the glass underneath the condensation of their hot breaths. Bumble smiles and waves, Tumble blushes and looks away, Grumble grins and licks her lips.

You scratch your beard and try not to cringe.

The goblin triplets, your first non-demonic friends at the academy, broke the ECS on their own. Together, in the bathroom.

You’ve got a good idea how they freed themselves.

You feel guilty because you should have broken them free yourself, to avoid any misunderstandings. April may have been deepthroating you when Quinn outlined the dangers of incest, but you know enough to avoid it.

Hopefully they haven’t caught anemia, or whatever it is incest does to mortals.

You give them an easy smile and wave them in. Their pupils dilate as your pheromones hit them. Bumble pulls out the chair and hops up, barely glancing at the textbook in front of you. Grumble and Tumble casusally walk around the desk, keeping close to the glass walls.

Like sharks.

You haven’t had a moment alone with them since they broke out of the ECS. But you’ve felt their DESIRE, lurking on the edge of your sensory range. And they’ve been dropping hints when you’ve worked with them at the club.

Their innuendos have been developing from nonsensical to outright scandalous. Eating bananas, carrots, hot dogs…except they haven’t had any experience with guys, so they’ve been doing it wrong.

Yesterday, you were pretending to have lunch with Dodder and the girls from the Cephalopod appreciation club. The triplets lugged in a three-foot sandwich from the novelty sandwich shop and set up at the same table as you. They took it out, Grumble looking at you and Dodder with a sultry gaze as she brought it close to her mouth…Dodder was in for a surprise when she tore into it like a pack of beavers.

You’ve never seen him cross his legs so fast.

Demon flesh is more resistant to damage than most, but you’re not sure it would help against goblin chompers.

“So, Thursday…you studying?” Bumble leans on the table to let you see down her shirt.

Don’t get distracted, you’re in public!

“Yes?” Seduction disarmed!

Bumble is taken aback. Grumble groans and facepalms. Her older sister sends her a sharp look and turns the charm back on.

“Actually, my sisters and I need to do some studying on our own. We were wondering if you can help us?” She flashes a grin and leans closer to you to trail her finger down your face. “You can be our teacher…”

She whispers the last part, her sisters still circling, their ears twitching in anticipation.

Teacher play isn’t really your thing. That’s more Sunday’s style. To be fair, refusing cute goblin girls with bangin’ bodies an offer for a foursome isn’t your thing either.

You’d be willing to dick them down and talk about mana circuits if the librarian’s desk wasn’t visible through the walls, four rows down. The old crone isn’t your biggest fan after your broad shoulders knocked down a shelf in one of the thinner passages. She gave you a tongue-lashing that made Lightspeed’s look tame in comparison.

Weird. She’s not reacting to Bumble crawling on the desk.

“Are you seriously looking at the old lady instead of Bumble?” Grumble grows from a quiet hiss to something more. “What is it going to take for you to pull your dick out, Thursday?!”

Uh. She practically shouted the last bit, and nobody’s reacting. You chose this library because it was mostly deserted, but there’s still several dozen people milling around. You spare another glance at the scary librarian.

“Oh. My. Stars! He did it again!” Grumble jumps behind Tumble and rips her sister’s top off. “Ignore flabby-tits over there and look at this! Prime, fresh, delicious!”

Your jaw drops. Grumble is kissing between Tumble’s breasts, up her neck, then on her mouth. Their eyelids flutter as they exchange a kiss, the blushing sister squirming and moaning as Grumble squeezes her tit.

“Ah~! Gr-umble!~ He-he’s probably thin-thinkinnnnnng that we’ll be caught!” Tumble manages to say between kisses.

“Seriously?” Bumble giggles at your stupefied face. “You thought we wouldn’t come prepared? Glass is one of the easiest things to enchant. All anyone can see or hear is the four of us…studying.”

Oooooh. That must be why they were circling the room earlier. Sure enough, there are four pen-sized runic instruments, each subtly humming with magic, attached at the bottom of the walls.

“And we will be.” She purrs, excitement pushing her to take off her clothes faster. “Studying your body, that is~”

Bumble poses dramatically on the table, her pussy juices dripping on your open textbook. Now that she’s on the table, her blushing face stares down at you from between her round breasts. She's putting on a brave face, but you can tell she's embarrassed to be doing this in public. Maybe standing above you as you sit down is giving her the confidence to do this.

At this point, your study time is ruined…you might as well, right?

Bumble lets out a ‘squeeee’ of delight when you grab her by her plump buttcheeks and pull her closer to you. Grumble pauses her teasing of Tumble to cheer, a wet spot growing between their legs as your pheromones go into overdrive. You kiss the oldest sister up her trembling thighs, tongue lapping around her twitching love tunnel and Bumble’s eyes roll backwards in pleasure. Grumble and Tumble slow down their makeout session to watch you tease their oldest sister.

They nod to each other and take the rest of their clothes off, teasing each other with subtle grabs and brushes along their curves. Their DESIRE is drawn to you and each other, and the way they gasp when they touch each other makes it clear they’ve already memorized each other’s weak points.

Now that they’re naked, you find some slight differences between the triplets. They’ve all got thick waists and bouncy D’s, but they all have freckles in different spots and different kinds of nipples. Bumble has freckles around her wet mound and wide areola, Grumble has pointy nipples and freckles along her collarbone, and Tumble has inverted nipples and freckles along her collarbone and her waist.

You make it a point to have your beard tickle Bumble’s freckles, her arms grabbing onto your broad arms for support. Tumble and Grumble crawl under the table and pull down your pants, their DESIRE spiking even more when your eleven-inch erection springs free.

You pause for a second, afraid that Grumble will take a bite out of your dick. Bumble’s legs collapse under her, kneeling so that you’re face to face. Her eyes clear up in time to see you shudder happily, Tumble and Grumble kissing and licking up the length of your cock. Every few seconds they stop and you hear them moan as they make out with each other, exchanging the same drop of pre they pulled from your throbbing cock. You finger Bumble on top of the textbook, her flooding pussy juices ruining whatever was left of the pages.

“S-so, wh-who’s your favorite? Of your brothers, I m-m-meaaaan~!” Bumble arches her back, riding a climax at the end of her question.

You freeze in fear. Did they figure out that you’re all demons? Even Tumble and Grumble paused their licking. The smell of your cock is too much, so they get back on it, but you can tell they’re interested in your answer.

“Mmfmfm, Yew!” Tumble says with your cock in her mouth.

“Sluuuurp!~ Mwa~! No way, he’s with Waxflower!” Grumble stops licking from your ballsack to up your shaft to add her two cents.

“It’s either Dodder, or one of the other frat boys.” Bumble leans back and spreads her legs with a smile. “We know your fat, juicy cock has been around~”

They know a lot more than you thought. This…could be a problem.

“Thursday.” Bumble cradles your chin. “We’re fine with sharing…we can share with each other easily.”

From the way Tumble and Grumble are sucking your cock, you’d agree. Their loud slurps are no longer getting interrupted by incestuous makeouts. Instead, they’re taking turns on your shaft and balls, fingering each other the whole time. You stop Bumble from asking anything more by meeting her lips in a kiss, one hand still fingerblasting her and the other gently rubbing around her nipples.

“We were thinking it was kind of rude that you’d go to your frat brothers before us!” Grumble’s head pops up from under the table. “We know you like girls, too. Why not keep it in the club?”

She goes back under, her lips meeting with Tumble’s on your cockhead for a few seconds. Then Tumble’s lips detach, and she pops up.

“We just feel like…the club can help! And we should maybe get first dibs?”

Are they seriously taking turns to talk to you? Shouldn’t their lust be too much for them to think? You’d think after a week of being free of the ECS, they would be more pent up. Clearly, they had each other.

…it seems like they’ve been planning this. You break the kiss to respond, but Tumble already rejoined Grumble and Bumble is catching her breath to say something.

“We actually have a slideshow—”

You stop her from saying more with another kiss, your tongue battling with hers as you struggle to get things under control. You flex your cock, forcing yourself to not cum to the two mouths licking, kissing, sucking every part of your crotch.

You’re running out of options. You already made Bumble cum twice, the puddle of her arousal dripping off the desk…she’s still not done. Her two sisters gave each other a few smaller orgasms, but based on their DESIRE, none of them are bound to stop soon.

These girls are ride-or-die for the arcanomechanist club. There’s no way they’ll be able to keep the ECS a secret if you agree to whatever they’re planning. The flesh is willing…but your schedule is already so busy with classes, the frat, and the club!

You could hypnotize them, but their ECS is broken and they came to a bunch of conclusions on their own, so you don’t know what to have them believe. You could fuck them until they pass out and leave…but that’d be rude.

And the librarian will find a way to blame you on the mess!

Maybe...you're thinking too hard about this. You should stick to what you do best.

If you fuck them so thoroughly that you make it clear there’s a massive gulf between you and them…and once they’re tuckered out, you could explain why sharing you with the club is a bad idea. They’ll be so tired, you can easily use hypnosis to have them accept even the dumbest explanation.

That could work.

You stop kissing Bumble and push her back gently so that she’s laying on the table. She’s about to say something, but you stand up, pulling your titanic rod from the puckered lips of her sisters. Her blush deepens and her mouth opens in an ‘O’ of surprise as your cock looms over her.

“Alight, you slutty goblin sisters…time to see what you’re getting into.”

You are the middle sister of three, Tumble. You never thought that things would go this way. It all started when you jury-rigged a vibrator in the bathroom.

And shared it with your sisters.

You’d be embarrassed about doing things with them…but they’re your sisters! You’ve been with each other since the beginning. The feeling of doing something intimate and forbidden with them…it makes your insides squirm with want.

None of you had any idea what you were getting into. Turns out that horniness is a great motivator.

All you knew was that these feelings were based on relationships, and that Thursday was involved. You combined your skills to make gadgets. It was tricky to do the research while horny, but you managed. After three days of mutual masturbation and tinkering, you finished making the tools needed to each share Thursday's massive, throbbing, womb-pounding dick.

Goblins can be sneaky. Very sneaky.

The three of you snuck your new gadgets in a few critical locations. The listening plates are only a few inches in diameter and thinner than cardboard, but they could transmit nearby sounds over half a mile without a problem. A bit like radio!

…Except with a lot more privacy violations.

Thanks to them, you were able to eavesdrop on the Attraction Dragon House and the people close to Thursday.

You could learn a lot by listening.

You did learn a lot. The biggest thing you learned is that Thursday, the big, hairy, handsome member of your own club is a massive stud. You listened in on the conversations between the elven girls and Yew, the dirty talk they gave each other, and the long, vigorous sessions with Thursday.

You fingered yourself so much to the sound of him having sex with Yew. Vindication never felt so good!

Until you found out that he was boinking the other two. And their girlfriends. And who knows how many other members of his frat.

It didn’t matter. You and your sisters agreed you deserve some priority, because arcanomechanists stick together. That’s when you made the plan.

You’d corner him, show him how hot goblins can be, float the idea about sharing him with the club, then have him agree to keep his dick to you, your sisters, and the rest of the goblins.

You severely underestimated him.

Bumble is splayed out, Thursday pinning her arms to the table as his bitchbreaker of a cock thrusts into her again. She’s in a perpetual state of orgasm, Thursday’s thundercock slamming into her with enough force to have her pussy spray out with every thrust. You and Grumble are kneeling next to her, watching her body get rocked by the much larger man as you’re both knuckle deep in your own pussies.

Occasionally, you’d stare at each other in silent shock, as if communicating that, yes, Thursday hasn’t slowed down at all since he started fucking Bumble. Watching the musclebound human reduce your sister to a gibbering mess drives you to another climax, the two of you spraying your juices all over your Bumble’s o-face.

“K-k-k-kyaaaaaaaaaa!~” Bumble squeals and arches backwards, a massive spray of her femcum turning the carpet dark with her love juices.

Thursday pulls out and aims his engorged dick at her. You watch in awe as he shoots rope after rope of his hot sticky cum all over her body. Thick, hearty globs splatter across her, leaving her more white than green. The salty-sweet smell of his jizz drives you and Grumble mad, your sister pushing you aside to lick Bumble clean. You can only watch jealously as Grumble licks Bumble clean, her ass going higher in the air so she could bend over Bumble and get every drop from every single crevice. She looks back at you and grins as she licks Bumble's boobs clean, almost daring you to join her.

Thursday’s big hands clench Grumble’s hips and drag her closer to him, leaving streaks of his cum over Bumble’s body. Grumble looks behind, wagging her thick butt with a smirk.

Only for her eyes to roll back and her tongue to flop out of her mouth when he spears her on his cock. He pulls her just far enough that her stunned face is between Bumble’s legs as she gets her bearings. Her legs hang over nothing, her rear end held entirely by her hips and his cock.

“Fuck! F-f-f-fuck! Fuuuuuuuck meeeeee!~” Grumble begs and hangs onto Bumble’s legs for leverage.

Thursday jackhammers into her, Grumble’s screaming muffled into Bumble’s pussy every time he slams into her. And you?

You crawl between Thursday’s legs, eyes darting between Grumble’s bouncing tits, her drooling pussy, and Thursday’s massive balls. You kiss them, eyes fluttering as you taste your sister’s juices running down his ballsack. And the musk!

His scent drives you wild.

You can’t stop fingering yourself, going from licking his balls, to kissing them, to slurping where his cock spears into Grumble’s pussy, to taking one of his nuts in your mouth. You shiver, tongue rolling over and around the testicle filling your mouth.

With a nut this big, you feel like a squirrel.

His balls clench, pulling your sweet treat out of your mouth. You pout, trembling as you bring yourself to another orgasm watching Grumble getting fucked silly. Only, he pulls out of her too, shooting his load all over her back, her hair, and some more over Bumble.

Bumble starts to wake from her pleasure overdose, bringing her hands full of cum up to her mouth. She notices Grumble passed out between her legs, you hanging desperately to Thursday’s leg with your eyes completely focused on his bobbing dick. She helps Grumble up and begins tiredly licking her clean.

Your turn.

You know that nobody outside can see you, naked, splattered with your sister’s and Thursday’s cum, boobs smushed against the glass, pussy dripping with arousal…but when you lean on the glass, you feel the biggest thrill yet.

Thursday picks you up by the thighs, his boner teasing circles around your cunny, his muscular body pressing you against the glass…You almost cum on his dick right there.

His thick cock slams into you and you do cum, your muffled shout of joy getting him to keep going. He fucks you, vigorously, relentlessly, brutally against the glass, your love tunnel tightening on his titanic rod with every thrust inside you.

Through the haze of pleasure and your crossed eyes, you watch the people pass by the room. Every time, you imagine their reaction to seeing you being fucked, being used against the glass. The stern librarian, the dwarf passing by, the happy couple…just the thought of their shocked expressions sends thrills up your spine and you tighten even harder on Thursday’s cock even more.

The slurping of your sisters cleaning up quiets down, then starts again beneath you. They’re sucking Thursday’s balls, his throbbing cock somehow growing even more under their attention. Your muffled squeals hiccup, tongues darting across your lower lips as Thursday spreads you apart, your final gushing orgasm pushing Thursday over the edge.

“Fudge~Fudge~fudgefudgefudgefudge!~”

He tries to pull out, but either your sisters slow him down or your pussy is too tight on his cock. A wave of pleasure greater than any before slams into you, and his hot spunk fills your insides. There’s so much of it that your stomach swells slightly and pushes against the glass, and your mind goes dull from pleasure, as drowned in cum as your stuffed uterus.

“fug~fumfg~fuuuuuulgsh~”

Thursday pulls you off his cock with a pop, Grumble and Bumble putting their faces between your legs as a flood of Thursday’s jizz gushes out of your abused pussy.

As the three of you bask in the afterglow, Thursday sits next to you and explains what’s going on. He keeps rubbing his beard and giving his dazzling smile, and you know he talks a lot. It has something to do with an ancient spell over Prillia, and that the government can’t really do much about it except keep it under wraps.

You guess you understand. Honestly, you’re a bit out of it. Your sisters seem to get it, though.

Maybe.

Point is, you can’t go with your original plan. There’s already too many people involved, and having the members of the arcanomechanist club take turns as Thursday’s cock sleeve would only put them at risk.

Thursday offers to help you clean up before he leaves, but Bumble is awake enough to stick to plan B. He’s reluctant to go, but Bumble waves him off.

Once he’s gone, she sets up the devices and helps Grumble clothe you.

That last bit wasn’t part of the backup plan. None of you were prepared for a fuckening of this magnitude.

The atmosphere condenser and portable steam cleaner were, though. Grumble and Bumble help you walk off, your stomach still a bit bloated with Thursday’s potent love cream.

The librarian walks in after you leave the room, hawkish glare softening to pleasant surprise for some reason. The steam cleaner gadget is already paying off!

You and your sisters begin the next step of your backup plan. You set up the atmosphere condenser in one of the abandoned buildings near the club hangar, occasionally stopping to masturbate more of Thursday’s thick jizz out of your pussy. A part of you wants to suck his rich cum from your wet fingers, but the smell and consistency…it seems to compliment the fluids in the atmosphere condenser.

You mix it in, blushing as you realize your pussy juices are mixing with Thursday’s seed and his refined musk. Then some more, when it hits you that Thursday came inside you first. Maybe it’d be a bigger deal if you hadn’t heard Thursday shoot his load inside Yew about a week ago.

Still, being the first among your sisters is nice for once.

While you set up the room, Grumble acquires some important measurements and Bumble goes shopping for clothes. They work together as you set up the room to make sure it’s as airtight as you can get it. Over the next couple days, you’ll be filling it out with materials carefully designed to awaken someone’s love for Thursday.

The next club meeting is a few days later, and you guys stick close to Thursday. He looks a bit uncomfortable as you assist him in Boss Lightyear’s new mech project, but none of you make any mention of what happened in the library.

He appreciates that, giving you each plenty of headpats.

He also gives plenty of headpats to the target.

When the three of you originally came up with the plan, you went over all the advantages you had over the other groups competing for Thursday’s attention. You’re attractive, skilled, and you’re the only ones willing to share Thursday at the same time. While other groups could go up to six people, you found conflicts between members.

Sadly, brains, boobs, and butt can only go so far, because while the other groups had issues, they all shared one thing in common. Something neither you nor your sisters had.

Dick.

There’s always at least one guy involved somewhere. Would Thursday be willing to go for only women?

You asked yourselves if any of you would be willing to give up pussy, now that you had a taste. Of course not! So why would Thursday give up dick?

The solution came to you on your last sp—information gathering session. Thursday made an off-hand comment on how cute a certain goblin was. How, and you quote: ‘my cock will explode out of my trousers if I see Snik in a cute dress.’

Snik has a dick. He’s practically one of the girls, and he’s been free since Glimmer broke up with him a few months back. Not that either of them was too broken up about it.

When you guys are done for the day, you and your sisters wave to Thursday when he heads back to his frat. Snik is also there, bashfully waving to Thursday as the stud walks away. He lets out a wistful sigh, his ears twitching when he notices the three of you are close to him.

Really close.

“Uh…hi?”

The wistful stares, the clinginess, the way he leans into Thursday’s headpats…no doubt about it, he’s got Thursday fever. You and your sisters give each other the look. Plan B is a go.

“Snik, do you think you can give us your opinion on something?” Bumble takes him by the arm.

“On what?” He asks as Grumble takes his other arm.

“My sisters disagree with me about who Thursday would go well with.” Snik’s face flushes almost instantly. “Being one of his closest guy friends, we wanted your opinion.”

“M-my what? I-I-I’m not sure how I c-could help?”

He’s blubbering, practically falling apart. Gosh, Thursday was right: he is cute. He looks to you for help and you give him a bashful grin.

“Come on, we’ll show you.”

You lead him to the room. The condenser has been spitting out a fine mist of Thursday’s musk for the past day, so when the door opens, Snik isn’t the only one with a deep blush. Bumble nonchalantly steers him past a stack of papers to a couch. One of the pages, placed just outside of the stack, is a drawing of a semi-nude Thursday. Snik’s eyes widen at the sketch, but he says nothing.

“Welcome to the Thursday fan club!” You plop yourself on the couch next to him. “A club dedicated to our resident human. Try not to rummage around too much, Bumble has some…weird drawings.”

“Quit that!” Bumble chides playfully. “They’re just anatomical drawings. He’s got a great body, don’t you think Snik?”

“U-u-u-um…A-are you—” Snik stops and sniffs the air. “W-what’s that smell?”

“Homemade candles.” Grumble discreetly closes the closet full of girl’s clothing.

All of them should fit Snik, but as he sits down, you realize that his baggy pants aren’t as baggy as they seem. The special measuring tape Grumble sewed into the cushions…something’s not right.

According to the measurements, he’s got wider hips than any of you! His big butt would tear apart all the panties Bumble prepared. You motion to Bumble and her lips part in surprise.

“A-anyways…the drawings. Anatomical means n-nude, so…” Snik tries to avoid looking at the pile of papers.

“It’s mostly guesswork. I based it on his clothing measurements.” Bumble says.

Which she got the same we you got Snik’s. By stealing his clothes. Only, you’ve seen Thursday naked, but not Snik. There’s only so much you can do based on guesswork. This could jeopardize your whole backup plan.

Bumble gives you and Grumble the look, information passing between you as it only can between triplets. Grumble chews her lip and glares at the closet, upset that a good deal of the money you spent on those dresses went to waste. Then she glares at you, clearly thinking that you did the measurements wrong.

“Clothes?”

“Yeah, Thursday forgot a shirt in the changing room once.” Bumble points to the shirt off-handedly. “Actually, do you mind waiting here? I need to talk to my sisters about something.”

“So that’s where it went…” He mumbles to himself as you close the door behind you.

You stare at each other for a moment. You’re not quite sure where to go from here. The plan was to show Snik increasingly lewd drawings of Thursday and his frat bros in more compromising situations. Depending on how things went, Grumble would haze him into the ‘club’ by making him wear girl’s clothes, Bumble would have him try the clothes if he showed enough interest in the later drawings of Yew cross-dressing, or you’d get him more comfortable wearing girlier clothes over a couple weeks.

Only your route gives you the time to replace the clothes.

“You’re lying or wrong.” Grumble hisses. “You want the credit for getting him ready!”

“What? No! I know we’re in this together!”

“Calm down, Grumble.” Bumble mediates again. “Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”

How could you? You’re all the same size. And if there’s one thing you know for certain, it’s that Snik, despite being six inches shorter, has at least ten inches more waist than you. You couldn’t have known, he always wears baggy overalls that look too big on him.

“Sure as the sun in the sky.”

You and your sisters sigh. Even the backup plan was a bust.

“Looks like we’ll need to be patient.” Grumble grumbles.

“Maybe it’s good that we’re taking this slow. We don’t want to scare him off.” Bumble hums.

Maybe. Either way, it’s really disappointing.

You’re about to open the door when you hear something. You raise your hand to stop Grumble from pushing past you, and put your ear on the door. It almost sounds like…shuffling? You put your finger to your lips and your ear against the door to listen. Bumble gets on her knees to peek through the crack.

“Unf~ What am I even doing…Hufffff! Following these weird drawings…Huffffff! Sniffing my friend’s shirt…Hufffff! Why can’t I stop?”

Bumble stands back up. She struggles to find her words. Instead, you take a peek.

Snik has his pants down, looking over the drawings he’s scattered across the table as he rubs his little green cock. You’d be disappointed at his small size if his hips and butt didn’t immediately make you feel inferior.

He’s holding Thursday’s shirt up to his face, taking deep huffs as he strokes his prick.

Oh yeah. He has it bad for Thursday.

“Lemme see.” Grumble gets down next to you and her jaw drops. “Gyatt dayum! He looks like two turkey drumsticks connected to a toothpick! And a little pickle..."

You help her back up and another unspoken message passes between you. Things can still go your way. Time to wing it.