The chalk board read, "After coating your body in lube, come up here and push this button." There was a chalk arrow pointing to a wooden box with a red plastic button, and red and black wires coming out of it.
Chad squeezed the last drops of lube out of the tube, and applied them to his face like sunscreen. He thighs slid effortlessly due to the lube, as he walked over to the wooden platform. He stepped on to a tinfoil covered mat, and pushed the button.
Zap!
An electric charge surged through Chad's body, and the lube crystallized into a hard resin.
"Yeow! Hey! Can't move! Help!" Chad moaned through his parted lips. He hadn't lubed his lips, but his jaw was fixed by the resin. The resin had a gold shiny finish that made his body look sort of like a gold trophy, only life size.
A moment later a real to real tape set up behind the blackboard kicked on.
"Hey, Chad, wish I could've been there when you became a human trophy, but you know about coach and practice. Some of us aren't star players like you," the voice paused, and added with emphasis, "Were. Anyway the shock couldn't kill you, it's hooked to dry cell batteries, just strong enough to activate the chemicals in the lube. Don't worry, in a couple hours, when we get there, you'll receive a few more coats. Until then, we'll it doesn't matter, as all you can do as stand there naked and be shiny."
Chad was furious. The tape used some sort of voice distortion, so Chad could only guess who had done this to him.