Horst carried the jockstrap to the chest of drawers in his bedroom. Opening the drawer that held his underwear and socks, Horst lowered the jockstrap into the drawer, intending to leave him there until he had need of him.
"Meet my other guys," Horst thought to the jockstrap.
"Other guys?" Jared tried to gain some perspective on the folder boxer briefs and balled socks. Had Horst changed other guys into clothing?
No, he hadn't. He just liked referring to his underwear as "guys" and teasing his former friend-turned-jockstrap.
"Horst, you don't plan to leave me here in..."
Ryan never got to finish his question. Horst shoved the door closed, leaving the jockstrap in the dark drawer surrounded by other articles of Horst's more intimate apparel.
"Horst, don't leave me in here alone," Ryan pleaded too late. He worried that, if left to his own devices with other inanimate objects, he might come to regard himself as no different than Horst's undershorts or even a pair of his jock's friend's socks.
He knew what he must do. He must convince Horst not to stay on his chosen path and to take him back to Vinnie, but how could he do that while sealed up inside a drawer in a giant piece of furniture in Horst's bedroom?