"I'll show him," says Jeff in a huff, "I'll show everyone."
Jeff walks into the change rooms. In half an hour, his teammates will change themselves, at least his proper teammates. The slackers will arrive a few minutes later, and that will be the time to strike.
Jeff waits around in the room. His heart racing, he really was going to turn deserving slackers into useful items for the team. "What if it goes wrong?" He asks himself, "It won't go wrong," he replies.
Half an hour passes and the players walk in. "Hey Jeff," says his best friend Aaron, "You're keen."
"Yeah," he replies, "Although the slackers make it difficult."
"I hear that," replies Aaron, "If only we could remove them from the team."
"Yeah," sighs Jeff nonchalantly, "But what can you do?"
"Guess you're right."
The last of Jeff's teammates exit the room as the first of the slackers arrive.
"I hate this," says a kid named Nathan, "Hate the stupid gym credit."
"Yeah," replies another one named Dylan, "Don't see how people enjoy sports." This angers Jeff, Soccer is his life and hearing it badmouthed makes his blood boil.
Jeff steps out. The slackers look at him. Dylan's face turns pale, "Uhh," he says, "Surely you already knew that Jeff. Right?" Jeff nods his head, "Yeah. You're a slacker like the rest of you."
"We just don't like sports," butts in Nathan, "Some people have it. Others, like us don't."
"Then why ruin our team?" Barks Jeff.
"Don't have a choice. You can blame the school's gym credit bullshit for that."
"I've heard enough," says Jeff in a stern voice, "You will all help the team out. Just not in the way you think."
Jeff pulls out the Chronivac. Dylan lets out a gasp of astonishment, "That looks awesome dude," he says, "Looks like an actual functional device." Jeff grins madly as he aims it at the group of slackers. He pulls the trigger and there is a bright flash.
Jeff immediately notices he's laying on the concrete floor. He tries to move, he fails and starts to panic. Dylan towers over Jeff with a grin on his face, "Did you just try to turn us into Jerseys?"
"I thought I sort of liked you Jeff," says Nathan, "Despite the differences."
Dylan pulls out his phone and puts it on selfie mode. Jeff looks at the screen, and to his horror. A red, white a blue soccer jersey is in his place.
Nathan picks up the Chronivac and immediately laughs, "You had it set to yourself Jeff. You idiot. You need to pay attention with this shit."
"Who wants him?" Asks Dylan to the group.