He whispered softly, "Yo, Chad, you in there?"
"Blu-noh?" came the sound from in the barrel.
Chad sounded weird, but then he was in an oil drum. Bruno looked around and found a pry bar. He popped the lid open and stared at the blue liquid in the drum.
"Paint? Or rubber?"
"Blu-no, blelp blee," bubbled the blue liquid.
"Shee-eet! Rico liquidated you!" Bruno exclaimed in shock, but at the same time he was throwing major wood. The idea of the top jock in school turned into blue goo was really hot. For some reason, Bruno shucked of his Speedo, and climbed naked into the drum. The liquid was thicker than he expected and warmer. It was like a hot mud bath. It bubbled as he gently lowered himself up to his waist. As he squatted down in the drum, the blue liquid rose up to his neck completely covering his chest. Damn, this felt good. He had no idea that the bubbles were Chad pleading with him not to do this. He heard a noise, damn Rico was back already. He started to get out of the drum, but realized he couldn't get to cover in time, so he grabbed the lid and his Speedo, and sank back into Chad covering himself with the lid.
"Hey, bucket boys, I'm back!" shouted Rico with a mean laugh. "Bet you wondering where I was. I was getting my paint sprayer. Guess who is going to be the new paint job for the boys lockers and toilet stalls, and who's going to be on the bathroom walls!" he laughed again.
He walked over and checked the lids on the drums, and frowned when he found Chad's lid loose. He grabbed the pry bar and hammered it down. Bruno's head was pressed against the lid, and he sank down in the blue liquid up to his nose. He wasn't sure how much time passed, but he heard Rico say to the two oil drums, "See you tomorrow!" And heard the door slam. Bruno tried to push the lid off, but Rico had hammered it on to tightly. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and put his head under the blue liquid that was Chad. Then, brought his feet up to the lid, and slid his back to the bottom of the barrel, and then he kicked with all his might. Bruno was a top swimmer, and had really powerful thighs. The oil drum lid went flying off, and landed with a clang. Bruno surfaced and gasped for air. As he climbed out of the barrel, the blue goo covering his entire body seemed to cure. There was an emergency chemical wash shower int he corner of the shop, and Bruno used it. But Chad just wouldn't wash off. His hair and skin were sealed under the rubbery blue coating.
Bruno looked at the blue rubber coated Speedo in his hand. He then looked over at the barrel of Rick. Soap, water, and solvent had no effect on removing the rubber coating from his body. He wasn't about to experiment with his body, but maybe the orange goo would remove the blue goo, or maybe it would just add a coating over the blue. Bruno popped the lid open on Rick's drum.
"Blud?" Rick bubbled.
"No, it's me Bruno," Bruno answered.
"Bluhno?" bubbled Rick.
"I hid in Chad's barrel when Rico came in, and he seems kind of stuck on me."
The orange liquid seemed to draw away from Bruno to the far side of the drum.
"No worries, Rick, I won't be climbing in you, unless your liquid state counters Chad's liquid state, and removes his blue goo from my Speedo. " Bruno picked up his shiny blue rubberized Speedo with tongs, and lowered them into the orange goo that was Rick.
Chad was totally disoriented. The blue liquid was covered with a head of foamy froth from Bruno's sloshing around in him, and taking part of Chad with him when he climbed out. Chad was vaguely aware of what Bruno was telling Rick, but he was too disoriented to fully comprehend it at that moment.