The sound of rumbling and squeaky wheels approaches. Chad wants to peek out of the wet burlap sack to see who's there. He is pretty sure it's Spencer. But it is just too much effort for Chad to move his leaden limbs now.
His fears are confirmed, when Spencer says, "Yo, Chad. Sorry about what happened in the shower. I should have known the nanobots would effect me or anyone else, even though they were tailored to only change you. You see in addition to the electromagnetic trigger, to properly change you into a happy lump of clay, I needed you to orgasm while the nanobots were reprogramming your body into clay."
Chad felt strong hands press against him through the burlap bag. He was heated off the field house floor and onto a dolly. He felt his button flatten against the smooth hard surface of the dolly.
"Spence, puh-lease don't do this, I can buy you 200 lbs of clay," pleaded Chad in deep hollow voice from inside the wet sack.
"Silly Chad," laughed Spencer. "It's not the clay, but your image in Clay, and I am not that good a sculptor. We're having a contest in art class to design a statue commemorating the football team's championship victory. So I figured who better to model the statue after than the quarterback who brought the school team its victory. I wish we were allowed to do life studies, but it's high school," sighed Spencer.
The whole time Spencer talked the cart carrying Chad squeaked and rumbled away from the field house.
Slowly, Chad moaned, "muth moo moo mean?"
Spencer paused for a moment, while he deciphered the meaning of Chad's moans. Then, he said:
"Chad, you remember when I complained that the coach took money from the soccer team to fund your football team trips to the playoffs and championship. You told me to go guck myself, and I replied, "You go fuck yourself, Chad!" and you said that you'd like to see me try to make you do that. Well, you will."
Chad was silent. At last the cart came to a stop. The burlap sack was opened to reveal Chad was in the pottery class room with the large kiln open. Spencer ordered his wet clay golem to stand.