Jimmy put Chad on a hanger and covered it with plastic wrap. He added the receipt for Brent's singlet, and took Chad to his family's laundry. He found the right number on the movable rack, and hung Chad up. He went home, and waited for Brent to pick up his singlet, and the love spell to work.
Chad was in shock, as he hung on the hanger in the plastic bag for hours and hours. Then he started to freak. He began wriggling, kicking and bucking. He was able to move, but he was still a singlet. He was just so angry. He began moving more and more. He could feel himself heating up. He pounded and pumped, and he started to sweat. Singlets don't sweat? Or do they? The plastic bag began to steam up. Chad felt his fist hit the bag. Then it collapsed back into fabric. He was changing back. He started pounding harder and harder, as he shifted between human and singlet. It was so weird. He channeled his anger and put all his effort into pounding his way out of the plastic bag.
At last, Chad's bare fist ripped through the plastic. The plastic bag gave way, and the hanger went flying as the bag tore. Chad was exhausted and drenched in sweat. He lay naked on the floor wrapped in the plastic bag. He passed out.