"Tony, Reed" Hank said. "I have a proposition I think you may find interesting."
"Hit me," Tony said, slipping a thumb into his shirt collar and adjusting his bra strap.
"I'm listening." Reed tugged at the base of his bra, which had ridden up under his breasts.
"We all have... developed... into busty young women... People have even started calling me The Breast instead of the Beast."
Tony chuckled, then shrugged, gesturing at his own D cups. "I'm laughing in sympathy. The other day someone called me Iron Tits."
"Rude!" Hank said. "Anyway, what if the three of us work together to create a true 21st century wonder bra? A bra that provides comfort and support? I think the world would--"
"I'm in." Tony said.
'Me, too." Reed agreed.
Hank sat back. "I didn't think it would be that easy to get you on board."
"It's appalling that science hasn't built a better bra," Reed said.
"So sexist." Tony nodded, hooking his hair behind his ear. "If men had to wear bras, they'd have set up a Manhattan Project for brassieres."
"We're proof of that," Hank said. "So, should we get together and brainstorm?"
"I'll bring the wine," Reed said.
"I'll make snacks," Tony said, getting excited. "I found this great new recipe. You girls are gonna love it."