"You boys cleaned up nice, I only wanted Chad to end up barred, but you other three are bonus," laughed Coach Xavier Santos, as he strolled in puffing on a cigar. He turned off the water, and with his rubber football gloves on he picked the bars of Chris and Keith off the floor and set them in separate soap dishes. Then he walked over to the two bars in the soap dish containing Chad and Milo. He sighed as he lifted the fused bars of soap out of the dish.
"Now who are you?" he frowned with a smirk, "Guess you're Chad's best friend now. Maybe I can separate you two in a bucket of water? Hm?" He glanced at Chris and Keith, and added, "As for you two, Chris and Kevin, well, I'm glad you ended up using the soap, I had other plans for you two. No witnesses you know. Well, you'll be safe to use by Monday, and after a couple days of 400 boys showering, I suspect you'll die happy. Bye."
He whistled as he left the shower room with Chad and Milo in his rubber clad grip. About halfway to his office, he stopped. He cursed, and set the bars of soap down on one of the locker room benches. He took a puff on his cigar. He turned around and went back to the shower room, and shut off the lights.
Chris and Keith were plunged into darkness and silence.
The coach sauntered back to where he had left Chad and Milo.