After several successive dunkings into the dyes, Ryan’s jockstrap body began to take on a swirl of colors ranging from bright green and vivid red to rich blue.
Despite attempts to re-ignite conversation with Cyrus, the repeated dunkings kept the jockstrap disoriented and unable to focus his thoughts.
Cy removed him from one of the containers of dye, and Ryan tried to quickly make contact. “Cy, remember that I’m not a real…glug, glug, glug…”
“Dammit,” Ry thought as he got dunked again and kept submerged long enough for the dye to infiltrate his cotton fibers.
As the jockstrap began to acquire almost all the shades of the rainbow, Cy got another fabulous idea. “Glitter,” he exclaimed, thinking of a way to add even more sparkle to the rather standard-issue jockstrap.
He removed Ryan from the container of red dye and draped him through a wire hanger to drip into the open container of dye.
“No,” Ryan tried to wring the dye out of his cotton body to no avail. “No glitter!”
By that time, however, Cyrus has already fetched a big bottle of sparkly gold glitter and a container of glue.
“Better let the dye dry first,” Cyrus said, although he felt eager to see how Ryan the jockstrap would look with the added sparkle of glitter.
Ryan groaned as droplets of dye dripped from his pouch “mouth.”