Your Friend has a Shift-Stick

"I know that sounds crazy, but hear me out." That line got you into more trouble than you could count. This morning as you got ready to catch the bus, Max, your best friend, let himself into your home, ranting about some wierd remote he stole from his dad's work.

You had known Max since Kindergarten. A lonely rich kid who needed a friend, however later in life he became a ball of extraverted energy that always got himself in trouble.

From trying to spy on girls to failing miserably at getting a date for prom. Max was a handful, but not so much of a handful to simply leave.

However, luckily your parents weren't home, or Max would have gotten an ass whopping, he seemed more excited than usual and kept going on and on about "a chance to see the forbidden lands." And "getting your own pair to play with for a little while."

Even now he was frantically gesturing to his wierd remote.

"I'm telling you man! We hit gold! Gold! Soon we'll know all about the Girl's locker room!"