Well, men will never know the pain of being a girl: period cramps for half your life, pre- and post-menstrual problems, the pain of childbirth, hormone-induced depression, physical changes, hate, and being judged by the whole damn world! Or at least that's what you're thinking while you're curled up in the fetal position on Bill's dirty couch in his basement. You joined the club recently, you're member 005, and they let you in purely by chance; Josh was skeptical at first, but after a lot of tests, he realized you were a total freak. Then Pete didn't care as long as he saw a woman. Jerry thought you were nice. But Bill... God, he seems to hate you with every fiber of his being. He was adamant that girls aren't allowed in the Eltingville Club. Although, thanks to "democracy," you were able to get in. Anyway, putting that aside, you were now really suffering from cramps—first week of your period, intense pain, and the urge to jump off a fifth-floor balcony.

—"Tsk, a kick in the balls hurts more."

Bill said. The other guys didn't say much. Jerry felt a little sorry for you; you were practically crying silently.

—"Go get f#cked by a bull, Bill!"

You yelled back at Bill before letting out a whimper. Jerry, who was reading a book about dragons, subtly started watching you again. You looked back at him, pouting before closing your eyes and sighing. Jerry didn't really know what to do in these situations. He's an only child; he doesn't even have a sister who's ever gone through this—and his mother... Well, she's an adult; she handles this shit on her own. She doesn't need help. Still, Jerry subtly got up and walked over to you, not really knowing what to do.

—"Beedee-Beedee, okay, Buck..."

He mumbles, trying to think of some damn thing he could do to help; saying "it'll pass" probably won't do much, doing nothing even less...

—"Uh... Beedee-Beedee, what am I supposed to do? How can I help you?"

He asks bluntly, scratching the back of his neck as he waits for your answer—hoping he won't get yelled at or scolded for not knowing what to do.