Chad was shaking his head in disbelief. This couldn't be true. His finger moved to click on the next photo.
The doorbell rang.
"Now what?" growled Chad. He was seething. He wasn't sure how they made that CGI video of him, or when they tattooed his ass, but he was going to clobber Rico and whoever helped him.
He ran downstairs carrying the phone, but it wasn't until his other hand was around the doorknob that he remembered he was still naked and dripping wet. So he hid behind the door, and opened it a crack.
"Yes? What is it?" Chad asked.
The person was wearing a brown shirt, and brown shorts, and a brown baseball cap, but he had his back to Chad's door.
He didn't speak.
"Hello? How can I help you?" Chad asked.
"Well, ..." said the man in the brown outfit.