After clogging Chad and leaving him to choke on shit and toilet paper, Bruno sauntered off twirling the can of inanimation spray in his hand. Before reaching the door, however, he fumbled and almost dropped the spray. As he instinctively attempted to catch it, his fingers came down hard on the spray trigger and he got a face full of his own medicine. After standing in shock for a moment, his stomach feeling icy cold as he realised what had happened, he started to run to get the antidote before it was too late. With a squeak, his feet slipped out from under him on the smooth locker room floor and he fell against the urinal formerly known as Todd before hitting the floor. To his horror, crumbs of his body splintered off from the impact. It wasn't any more painful than falling on a hard floor normally would be, but the sight of chunks of his body crumbling away filled Bruno with a dread like no other. As he tried to recover and stand he found his body becoming stiff and unresponsive. His bones ached as his body started compressing. Soon in Bruno's place sat a small hockey puck-shaped object colored in his own skin tone. All Bruno could do was sit on the cold tiled floor next to Todd's chrome cock, his vision fixed towards the ceiling. He hoped someone would see the can of inanimation spray sitting next to him and realise what had happened and rescue him, as all he now appeared to be was a urinal cake sitting on the floor next to a pristine new urinal.
He heard footsteps from the other side of the locker room door...