"Dang, Jock boy, you're going to make a fine truck," Zeb said patting Chad's body.
The dull metallic sound of flesh against metal caused Chad to really freak out. He was becoming Zeb's truck? It wasn't possible? Was it? Zeb hauls manure in his truck! Oh, no, he wouldn't.
"Too bad the transformation's rather generic," Zeb said with a shrug. "But I got you scheduled at the body shop next week to have you customized," he added with an evil smile.
The sound of metal expanding and bending, as Chad's new metal body grew into a standard white pickup truck.
After about 2 hours, Chad's body stopped shifting and reshaping. He rocked slowly to a stop on his new shock absorbers. Then Chad sat or stood on his four rubber tires and waited for Zeb to return.