Nervously, as the big naked guys approached, "I suppose you want to thank me - us- for changing you back?"
The leader paused and smiled, "Yeah, thank you. And we would, 'cepting we need to avoid letting anyone know we ain't lockers no more."
He punctuated his statement with a fist to the palm.
The three jockstrapped boys stepped back a pace.
"Now I think you three will be a nice start to replacing the fourteen lockers. So after you we only need 11 more guys," said the leader.
"Angelo, we only need 10, there are four of them counting the human-jockstrap," said the 6'6" naked giant to the right behind the leader.
"No, Bartholomew, I'm wearing Standish. I was that jerk's locker for over 3 years, and I plan to wear him for at least that long."
"Uh, well, I was Horst's locker. Do you think I could, um, wear him?" asked a lanky guy to the leader's left.
"Maybe?" sighed Angelo, "We just need to detain them as lockers or jockstraps or something until we can get 14 locker replacements."
"How about those swim fags? While these three- er, four- were in the sauna, a bunch of the Speedo clad guys went into the pool."
"I was hoping for ball players - I mean these are football lockers, but yeah, why not. If there are fourteen of them, more, well, maybe more jockstraps for us?"
"Actually, boss, they're water polo players," added Bartholomew.
"Even better, Bear," Angelo said using Bartholomew's nickname.
"Now for youse, guys," said Angelo raising his hands.