The rubber pig boys were writhing in ecstasy as the pink goop on the floor rose to ankle deep heights and began to leak under the door and into the hallway.
A big man in a flamboyant cheap suit stood outside the door looking down at the pink stuff oozing from under the door, and sighed, "Well, there goes the deposit. Still the sale of these rubber piggies should more than cover it, and still leave me with a healthy profit."
He opened the door and blew a whistle. All the pigs froze except for Chad. Guido Stromboli made a quick count of the rubber pigs lined up in rows, except for the one still humping one of them.
"Ah, one extra, I guess someone wandered into my sty and got caught in my spell. Guess, I'll deflate you first, and we'll label your package "Wild Pig Boy!" Stromboli said wading through the pink goo and pigmen on his way to Chad.
Chad looked up and slid off the boring toy pig boy, and buried his snout in Stromboli's crotch.
"Oh, an eager swine. They'll love you at the frat house, literally. But since I don't want to pig out myself, I think I'll pass. He reached under Chad and found a valve on his belly, and pulled it. There was the sound of a New York raspberry, as Chad suddenly felt the air had been knocked out of him. He was deflating. He passed out as the air escaped from his belly.