Ricky took the phone, and stared as the video played. Chad stripping, and then the liquification began.
"Oooh, my gawd!" gasped Ricky, "This is incredible. Chad's melting."
"Melted. Liquified. Sports drink," said Josh matter of factly, as he started to take stuff out of Chad's locker and put them in the empty cardboard box.
He paused, as he held up Chad's jockstrap. He held it up to his crotch, "Too bad Chad wasn't wearing his lucky jockstrap, maybe he'd still be human. You think it's really lucky? I think it's too big for me," prattled Josh.
Rick was too absorbed in the video. Josh grinned. Ricky was tenting his shorts. Josh put the jockstrap in the box, he pocketed the iPod, and put the rest of Chad's gear in the box. Then he slammed the empty locker.
Ricky had been staring at the last frame of the video, which had ended. The sound of the locker woke him up. He turned to Josh. Josh was holding two Solo cups filled with sports drink.
Josh handed one to Ricky, and said, "A toast to Chad."
"With Chad?" asked Ricky nervously.