Chad picks up the burlap sack, it's wet. There's a note in a baggy. He opens it.
"Hey, Chad, if you don't want to get all dried up, and crumbly, you best get into the wet sack. That is while you can. Pull the sack up over you, and then I'll fill you in on what I've got planned.
-Spencer
PS: Thanks for helping me with my art project, Chad."
"Art project?" Chad said . His skin feels cold and clammy now. He looks at his hand holding the note. It is getting stiff and a white chalky dust seems to be forming on the surface. He rubs it against the wet sack, and it feels almost normal. His whole naked body seems to be growing dusty. He shakes his head, glares at Spencer's note, and climbs into the sack. He sits down, and pulls the burlap sack over his head. He doesn't know what Spencer has done to him, or what the jerk has planned, but at least inside the dark wet sack, Chad feels nearly normal. At least the tingling, and burning stopped.