"I can't believe Chad didn't show up for practice, just cause we technically played our last game," whined Rick.
"Rick, I think either Chad knew about the new tackle dummy, or whoever rigged it up knew Chad wouldn't be here. Damn, I'm surprised that thing is still intact after the pounding he took," Dwayne said, as he and Rick carried the tackle dummy into the locker room.
"Pounding he took? You mean the pounding he'll take!" laughed Rick.
"Buttake Time!" shouted Bruno.
"Hey, what's with the swim team being in our locker room?" Rick asked.
"Dude, we heard about the Chad Dummy, and we all love Chad," Bruno said with a snicker. He added, "Besides we brought some tools to make your tackle dummy more of a love doll." He held up a massive dildo, and a bucket of Crisco.
"Well, the more the merrier," laughed Dwayne.
Chad was still dazed from being sacked nearly a hundred times. He couldn't be a tackle dummy, could he? Perhaps he was hallucinating? Wait what? Buttake? Love doll? Oh, no. Where is that towel boy? He cannot let this happen! Ty, help!
Then suddenly, Ty was there. He was going to be saved. Ty would change him back into a man, and everyone would have a good laugh, thought Chad.
"Hey, if you're letting the swim team have a go, how about letting the towel boy get his rocks off too?" Ty asked.
Oh, fuck, no! thought Chad.