"I believe in miracles."

“Focus,” Chad orders. Tiffany is walking through a shopping arcade in downtown Waxford, out for a stroll with the other four girls of Epsilon Nu Phi’s Supreme Leadership Committee. The drone-mounted spy camera zooms in on the lovely fivesome, fully dressed in cute blouses and skirts as they saunter between upmarket stores.

“If this works, boss, it’ll be a m-m-m-m-miracle.”

“I believe in miracles, Melvin. Are you locked on?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Fire at will.”

Melvin, sweating, tinkering with the huge roof-mounted satellite dish on top of the Delta’s frat house, recalibrates his aim a tiny fraction to the left, and thumbs a button. There’s a sound in between a Tesla coil and a vacuum cleaner.

A pro-bikini field is generated for 0.5 seconds around the girls. Enough time to turn all their clothes into bikinis. What kind of bikinis doesn’t matter, since the polarity of the field is instantly reversed, causing all the bikinis to fly away. Tiffany and her four startled friends are thus left bare-butt naked in the middle of the crowded shopping arcade.

A predictable amount of eeking ensues.

“The Nudifier,” says Melvin, his hands shaking. “The cold fusion of fraternity prank science. It’s complete. Do you know what this means, Chad?”

“It means…”

“Yes, Chad?”

“Lock it away.”

“What?”

“Lock it away in the Omega Vault in the deepest sub-basement of the frat house. Never speak of it again.”

“B-b-but, Chad…”

“We can strip any woman naked, anywhere in the world, at the touch of a button. It’s the greatest prank machine of all time,” says Chad, darkly. “And it can never be used. Don’t you see, Melvin? It’s too easy! Frat boys weren’t meant to have this kind of power!”

Melvin hesitates.

“Chad?” he says.

“Yes, Melvin?”

“Do you think we could maybe use it a few times before locking it away forever? You know, just for fun?”

“Oh, sure. We might as well.”