"Heya, Mel, I ---what's Simon doing here? Never mind, I know! Split girls, I need to have a word with this jock. NOW!" He pointed at the door and the girls obediently filed out.
"Hey, Marc, I didn't mean--"
"F U Simon, I know what you meant. That boner could poke an out, and the girls are gone, so give it a rest. To think I was starting to feel sorry about turning ya into a jock? Tch, tch, and here you go and make moves on my girl. Well, I'll soon put you in your place, Jock-o! Mwahahahaha!"
"Marc, dude, I don't getcha. I mean, we're both jocks, and I thought we'd be buds cause of that pill and everything you done for me? Man, you turned me from a geek into a stud!"
"No, we are changing you from a geek into jock. Use that geek brain of yours, if you don't have cotton between your ears yet. What is the definition of a jock?"
"Dude, I'm the definition of a jock. I'm beefy, masculine, muscular, athletically inclined, irresistably sexy, and--"
"BUZZ! No, geek-boy, wrong definition. What's the other definition of a jock?"
"What you mean like an athletic supporter?"
"Bingo! Simon, and that's what the nanobots you ingested are programmed to turn you into ultimately. So, enjoy being an irresistably sexy jock while you can, because tomorrow morning, you'll be my sexy jockstrap!" Marc said gleefully snapping his waistband triumphantly.