"Mmmwwwwweef-um-umum-um-um," Chad's prolonged muffled scream had become a muffled sobbing.
"Aw, Ty, you think I broke Chad?" Sanchez asked.
"Oh, he might think he's broken now but after spending Winter Break at your Dojo, I expect he will look back fondly on this moment," Ty answered.
Coach Sanchez pulled out a black marking pen and carefully drew a block number 23 on the dummy's back like on Chad's football jersey. He chuckled.
Ty grinned, and picked up the marker. He asked, "May I?"
Coach Sanchez nodded and smiled.
Ty carefully penned the letters "MVP" right above the dildo protruding from Chad's backside with "V" centered on Chad's new hole.
"Sweet!" Sanchez said reclaiming the marker. He shoved the dildo which had worked itself out about an inch all the way in again. Then he patted Chad's butt, and flipped the dummy face up.
"Mmmft!" Chad let out a muffled yelp, then resumed softly sobbing, "umm, um, umm, um, umm..."
Coach Sanchez drew two black dots for eyes on the dummy's face and then he drew a half circle smile. "Looks like Chad is happy to be my dojo's new practice dummy," laughed Sanchez.
"Mmfk, oom!" Chad noised angrily.
Both the humans in the supply closet/office laughed.
"I understood that!" Sanchez laughed.
"Yeah, me too," said Ty.
"Oh, for those who aren't as swift as us," Coach Sanchez.
He drew a rounded rectangle box over Chad's left pec. He wrote, "Hello, my name is CHAD" in the box.
Just then the door opened, Coach Sinclair stuck his head in. He asked, "Hey, anybody seen Chad?"
Ty and Sanchez looked at each other, then down at the practice dummy.
Ty answered, as he picked up the dummy and turned it so Coach Sinclair could read the "Hello, my name is CHAD, "This is the only Chad in here."
"Ha, ha!" Coach Sinclair said in mock laughter, "very funny. Take it that's a practice dummy for your karate class, Sanchez?"
"Um," Coach Sanchez caught himself before correcting the head coach as to the martial arts that he taught, and said, "yes it is."
"Mmlf mmuh!" Chad shrieked.
Coach Sanchez said, "Ty helped me rig it with a noise generator, so it makes sounds when it's hit." He swung his fist hard into Chad's solar plexus.
"Mmmmffff!" Chad sounded.
"Cool! Mind if I try?" Sinclair asked stepping into the cramped office.
"Sure, coach, have at it!"
SLAM. Coach's fist connected with Chad's chin.
"Mmwwl!" Chad yelped.
"I like it! Hold it tight, now I'll show you how a real pugilist does it."
WHAM! POW! BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Mmfft! Mmmmhmpt! Mmwl! Muk! Mmhuh! Um, umm, um,ummm, um, umm, um, umum, um, um."
"Dang! I really like this punching bag with sound effects. Ty, gotta have ya rig one of these for me. But I best go try to find the other Chad. Got some scholarship news for him. So why'd ya call this thing Chad anyway?"
The dummy lay on its back still making its soft umm, um sobbing noise briefly punctuated by a "Mwwft!" when it was laid down jamming the dildo deeper.