Howie Being Forced to Relax by a Bunch of Gay Teenagers

Bryce being a dumbass gives me LIFE

When Molly tugged at the mask, it didn't come off like Howie's did! That means it's one of those peeling mask that hurt super freaking bad! Molly recoiled insanely fast, expecting Bryce to wake up. But he didn't. "Boss!" Molly called out, just slightly louder than a whisper.
Because of this, Giovanni obviously didn't hear her. "Boss!!" She said, loud enough to get his attention.
"What's up beartrap?" He was laying on his stomach at this point, and thus he just seal rolled over to her direction.
"Bryce's mask won't come off!" She said, panic now rising in her chest. "I don't wanna hurt him!"
Giovanni sat up. "Uh oh! His mask is stuck?"
"Is it one if those peeling ones that hurt a shit ton?" Spike called out. She crawled over to them on her hands and knees, and casually destroying all of Ben's progress.
"SPIIIIKE!"

Molly looked at Bryce with a worried expression. "I don't wanna wake him up!"
"Can you...Dumb down his pain?" Giovanni asked.
"Oh yeah! That could work!" Molly reached out to touch him, but Spike grabbed her wrist. "Don't worry Molly! You won't need to!" She gave Molly a nice and toothy smile.
Molly swallowed hard.
"O...Okay?" She crawled back slightly, Giovanni instinctively doing the same as if it were muscle memory.
"Okay, I'm gonna do this fast! Like a bandaid!" She carefully put her hands on Bryce's chin, she was able to peel some of it off. He snorted quietly once more, but still didn't wake up.
"Wow. Heavy sleeper." Was all Giovanni said.
"Count me down, from three!" Spike commanded. And everyone did, even Howie!
"Three...Two...One!" Everyone counted, and Spike yanked the mask with all her might. It came off with one clean rip, and Bryce screamed.
"OWWW! SHIT!" He put his back against the wall like a scared puppy. "EL HIJO DE P-PUTA!" He shouted. (translation: MOTHERFUCKER!)
He held his face in pain. "D-D-Did I just get slapped?!"
Spike laughed. "You put on a peel-off mask!" She began to wave it like a flag.
Bryce did not find this funny at all. "Did you seriously have to yank it off of me like you were w-waxing my ENTIRE FACE?" This is loudest Bryce has been, which still isn't very loud. Outside of the scream.
"Well, I'm sorry! Better?"
He sighed. "Not really! I bet you just ripped off a layer of my face!"
Spike just shrugged. "I don't think so, you look as yeehaw as ever!"
"FUCKING YEEHAW? WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"
"I-I don't know! You have a cowboy accent!"
"COWBOY? I'M A SOUTHERNER!" Bryce jumped up and looked Spike in the eyes. But was only about up to her chest in height.
"Whatever, string bean." She very casually poked his nose.
"Wha- I AM A WORKING MAN!"
"You're fourteen!" Howie called out from his chair. Which made Giovanni laugh.
"Y-Y-Y'ALL B-B-BEST-"
"Y-Y-Y-Y-YEEEEEHAW!!" Darkstar shouted, very casually bullying him.
"Okay, lay off of him." Howie grumbled.
Bryce stamped his foot. "AGH! YALL BEST STOP TREATING ME LIKE I'M SOME KINDA DIRTY MUD PIG! PUEDE QUE SEA JOVEN, PERO CONFÍA EN MÍ, ¡HE APRENDIDO UNA O DOS COSAS!"
(translation: I may be young, but trust me, I've learned a thing or two!)
Molly walked over, puffing her chest out, and put her hand on his face.
"MOLLY- PLEASE. NOT NOW-" Her hands glowed green for just a moment, and within a split second she dumbed Bryce down. "Bwuh..."
"Oops, I meant to just dumb down his anger. I didn't mean to make him dumb."
"Is that permanent?" Howie asks.
"Nope!" Ben replies. "It happened to me."
"Hhhh...It's probably permanent." Howie cringed slightly.
"I can turn it off! I-I think!" Molly turned back to Bryce. "Okay." She took a breath. "Bryce! Sit!"
Bryce sat like a dog.
"Not like a dog! Just sit!"
He sat normally. And Molly followed him down. Molly didn't know what to do, so she just put her hand on his face. She tried to imagine him...undumbing? She imagined him becoming smart! And slowly, her hand started to glow green. And then, pop! He's fine again!
"Huh..? What?" He rubbed his eyes.
"S-Sorry Bryce...I didn't mean to dumb you down?"
"What now?"
"My epithet, I made you stupid."
"Ah, got it. You're fine, Molly." Bryce rubbed his face. "Agh...My face is stinging." He rubbed his face, which already had a slightly red hue.
"That's my fault." Spike laughed. "Yanked your face mask right off."
"I could've taken it off myself." He grumbled. "I'm perfectly capable."
"Well sorry, squirt. It's already off."
Bryce and Spike began to bicker again, and Molly stepped back. Dumbing and un-dumbing Bryce drained her stamina, so she couldn't use her epithet to silence them. She just continued to walk back until she walked into the recliner with Howie in it.
"Oof- Um...Hey, Molly?" He called out.
"Huh?" She turned to look at him.
"Would you trust me to get up? Just for a little while? I'm gonna go crazy if I can't get up and stretch."
"I-I could ask boss..."
"Thanks...I...I just think I'm getting a bit light headed from not moving."
"That's...Not how that works."
"Well, either way, I'll lose it if I don't move."
"Don't worry, I'll talk to boss."
"Thank you, Molly."