Ryan cannot open his mouth, "Mmmft!"
He reaches for his lips, his fingers clink as the hard lacquer taps the hard lacquer on his lips. Ryan flails around in the dark bumping into a stool, a table, but finally finding the staircase. He climbs it, each step is accompanied by an odd clack like he is wearing wooden shoes or sandals. Then he opens the basement door. He can see light streaming from under another door. He's in Cy's pantry cupboard. He opens the door, and freezes. He stares at his hand and arm. They are shiny red and blue with large gem stones, crystals and pearls embedded in it. He has to find a mirror. He bursts out of the pantry, and into the kitchen. His inclination is to run away and out the backdoor, but he's afraid what he looks like now, and he's pretty sure he's naked, though maybe it looks like he's wearing a morphsuit costume? He goes away from the backdoor, and into the dining room. He can make out some of his reflection in the glass of a built-in breakfront. He pauses for a moment horrified by the decorated mannequin that looks like a middle schooler's art project gone wrong. He goes into the living room, and then down the hall, he finds a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. He screams - well, he tries to scream.
He looks like something from a bad 60's porno. His cock is permanently erect, and totally bedazzled. Not an inch of him is not covered with rainbow hues. He looks like a statue. Is he made of ceramic or fiberglass, it seems harder than lacquer now? Barbarella comes to mind, so does Flash Gordon. No- on second thought he looks like one of those Hindu statues, blue elephants, and painted ladies and all - a Bollywood Nightmare! He wonders where Cy is - he did this to him! Or is it Vinnie's fault? Ryan is in a quandary what should he do. Who should he go to for help? Vinnie, Cy, Horst? Home? His mother would faint, his father would get his gun. No, not home. Hm?