"Hey bro do you know how the hell I can get off their sweaty dudes chest."
Jeff was confused. Where was this voice comeing from.
"Where are you," Jeff thought.
"I'm the Nike Pro Combat tshirt, man I'm starting to get sick off this whole being clothing thing. I'm starting to feel like I'm in jail".
Jeff looked up at Danny who was starting to really sweat, and he also saw the shirt who was communicating with him. Jeff was starting to get really lonely, and he was glad that he finally had someone to talk to. Even if it was a tshirt.
"Bro how did you get turned into a Nike shirt."
"Well, it's a long story"
"We've got time bro, we're athletic clothing. We've got nothing better to do."