"Of course I would," you exclaim, realizing that the louder you speak the more conspicuous the whole affair becomes. "Sorry," you say, smiling dumbly, but you can't help it. The feeling of infatuation courses through your veins, with each heartbeat causing you to shake a little in excitement. You realize you might love this girl. You know you love the inside of her, at least, and right now that's all that matters to you. "So what should we do?"

"Well, you haven't been selected by any girl yet," she sighs, frowning, "and seniors get first dibs. You're tasty; too tasty really, and that's gonna be a major problem." She sighs heavily, and leans her stomach into yours.

"So what do we do," you repeat ignorantly. "I don't know any of these stupid rules."

"And they want to keep it that way, too," she says looking right into your eyes. "Penalty for breaking them is digestion." You both stand there for a while, she glancing you over, and you staring at her stomach. Finally, she says, "So what should we do?"

You find yourself completely unequipped for answering that question.