On Chad's doorstep was Coach Sinclair carrying a gym bag, and sporting a massive bulge in his nylon shorts.
"Hey, Coach! Uh, what are you doing here? It's a bit late?"
"Oh, I think it's about time, jock boy?"
"Jock boy?" Chad asked.
"Heh, heh, not much longer," Coach said, "I know what Rick and my boys did to you. But you don't know the half of it, Chad."
He snickered, and pushed his way into Chad's house.
"Coach, I-"
"Zip it," said coach putting a finger to Chad's lips. "Or rather unzip it!" He pulled a bottle of orange liquid out of his bag, and drank it. he shoved another bottle only filled with blue stuff into Chad's hand, and ordered him, "Drink it!"
Chad was getting angry. He grabbed the bottle, undid the top and drank it, while he tried to keep his cool.