When her teenager comes home with a kitchen full of hungry friends, a cheerful mom skips the regular chicken fingers and serves Finger Blasters, chicken strips sold with dipping cups for teens who have outgrown little-kid snacks. Every line of the pitch doubles as a joke about sexual fumbling: the announcer explains how to plunge your fingers into the sauce cups, the kids are encouraged to start with one finger and work up from there, one girl admits she happily snacks alone when her friends are not around, and dipping into two sauces at once gets a shocked reaction. The mom reasons that her teens are going to be snacking anyway, so better at home under her roof than somewhere out of sight, and the ad ends by naming the snack maker's equally crude sister product.
