“Oh my god,” Nick blurted, starting to panic all over again. “Jazz? Don’t come down here! Our penises are out!” Seth sighed deeply. “Ew,” Jazz said. “But also, aw. And don’t worry. I wouldn’t dream of coming down there. I bet it smells weird, like SeaWorld in August.” “Why is she so descriptive?” Nick lamented. Then, louder, “Stop ruining our special moment!”
