[Scene: the dressing room after Bobby Jr's team has won a crucial playoff game]
Tommy: Dude, that was amazing. How did you stop that puck?
Bobby Jr: I don't know , I saw him look that way and I just kind of moved. Got lucky it stuck I guess, Mom always said I was a little short in the peptides.
Tommy: There's no way Sally is going to say no when you ask her to prom now , you're in there for sure!
Bobby Jr: I don't know man, it's like she doesn't even know I exist. It's this stupid phone, why did my mom get me an Etheroid? Every time I join a chat, everyone leaves and just starts a new one.
Tommy: Well, it does kind of screw things up when there's a green bubble in the chat.
Bobby Jr: I mean, it's bad enough that I've got to put up with these hand me down ATPods, but Etheroid? Really? It doesn't have even ester-chat, it keeps dropping my channels.
Tommy: I'm sure you'll be fine dude, I mean you just won the game for us. No one cares that you don't have an e-Phone. One more win and we go on to finals. You make another save like that and Sally will let you fuse her vesicle for sure.
Bobby Jr: Maybe man, yeah. You know what? I'm going to do it, I'm going to ask her.
Tommy: Good! I heard her tell her friend Monica that she was going to be at the rink today to watch. They were giggling the whole time. She likes you, I know it.
[Bobby Jr finishes packing his equipment into his bag, he pulls his comically oversized zipper closed and stands as best as a lipid bubble can]
Tommy: Alight man, let's go get you a prom date!
[Scene: the arena lobby, where the hallway to the players dressing rooms; where the smell of stale sweat meets the smell of stale french fries]
Tommy: There she is dude, other there with Monica. She's smiling and they're coming this way!
Bobby Jr: Ok, wish me luck
[Sally, grinning cheek to cheek rushes over, arms extended]
Sally: Tommy! That was so cool!
Bobby Jr:...