"Gotcha!" shouted Tom Perkins as he slammed the gym bag down over the tiny green creature, and zipped it shut. Tom was naked except for the towel around his waist. He had set his gym bag on top of the lockers while he showered. His sudden, rapid movement cost him his towel, and he stood there naked clutching the sealed gym bag to his chest. He could feel his captive wriggling violently inside the leather bag.
"Got what?" Todd Williams asked.
"Got me a leprechaun! Caught it on St. Paddy's Day, and I'm going to make it give me his crock of gold."
"There ain't no such thing as a leprechaun. And even if there was, why would he give you his crock of gold?"
"Well, for starters, it's been nine months since I washed my lucky jockstrap and it reeks to high heaven and right now he's sealed in this gym bag with it."
"Damn, you haven't washed it in almost a year? That's why when you're sweating out on the field you always smell so ripe. I thought it was a glandular problem. Dude, you gotta wash that thing. Chemical weapons are illegal!"
"Maybe I will, I've got all the luck, I'll ever need trapped in this bag. After it gives me it's crock of gold, I keep it and it's luck or I can trade it back to the leprechaun for a wish. Gotta be careful about the wish, cause leprechauns are tricky."
"Okay, Tom, if there's a leprechaun in there show it to me!"