An ordinary cord would have snapped, but the leather thong around Roger's neck was dragon hide, so it held firm. Roger swiftly truned and grabbed his attacker. While shorter than John he was more muscular and his adrenaline must have really been flowing.
He spun Roger around and set him down hard on top of the mannequin and the book.
"Two dumb jocks it is! Now talk fast or you'll be sorry, how do I change Ogre back. Tell me while you can, or my confetti shredder will cut you into so many pieces that no one will ever be able to restore you completely," Roger demanded in a firm calm voice.
Striations covered John's face he could feel the rivulets of fiber running all over his body. He was really changing into a jockstrap. He looked into Roger's cold glare. He wondered if he'd end up as mulch whether he told or not. He was sure that he would if he didn't. His clothing felt loose. His mouth dried as it became 100 percent cotton. He opened his lips and ...