"Hey, guys, we gotta talk! Emergency meeting now!" shouts Roger as he enters the frat house. Other members relay the call, then head to the main room for the meeting.
"Hey, Roger, this isn't going to mess up tonight's party is it?" Stu asked as the other brothers assembled.
"I hope not, but one of our brothers needs our help. So his sitch takes priority."
"Somebody's in trouble?" Duane asked looking around the room. Ogre was noticeably absent.
The frat brothers sat and stood, while Roger did a quick head count.
"Where are Parker, Dinsdale, and Scrub?" he asked.
"Parker's doing extra laps. Dinsdale had a make up Potions Exam, and Scrub is on a snack run. Ogre is probably still on the beer run."
"Nope, Ogre's right here," Roger said lifting the jockstrap out of his gym bag.
"Oh,sh--" moaned Stu.
Duane sniffed and said, "Ew!"
The others just groaned.
"What did he do?" Stu asked, assuming Roger transformed Ogre.
"He did what he was supposed to do! He helped out a brother in danger. That new pledge John-boy did this to Ogre. He meant to do it to me, but his spell backfired," Roger grinned holding up the second jock strap. The brothers cheered.
"Anyway, we need a spell breaker to restore Ogre, any ideas?"
"Get a princess to kiss him?"
"Yeah, right some girl is going to kiss a smelly jockstrap?!!"
"What sort of spell did he use?"
"Mechanical, a loaded spellbook, lttle mannequin demon in a leather book. I've got it here." He said holding it up.
Bruce who had been quiet said, "Can I see that?"
"Yeah, but be careful, don't need any more dumb jocks in this house!" A roar of laughter ensued.
"Hey, the blowup doll, Roger supplied that, it looks like the dean? You think he tf'd him too?" Bruce asked.
"Yup, he told me as much. Any of you boys wanna screw the dean?"
Snickers.
"Well, it's just that humaniform inanimations are a lot easier to break than clothing spells. And the dean has access to the universal spell breakers..."
"Good idea. Wait. Have any of you guys taken inflato-dean for a "test-drive" yet?" Roger asked.
A half dozen hands went up, then another 6 followed.
"Great, well officially we just found out he's the dean. Duane clean him up, and Bruce see if you can break his spell. And the rest of you guys can take care of John!" Roger shouted tossing the John-strap into the middle of the room.