Chad made an unintelligible gurgling noise as Rico carried his gooey mess over to a piece of heavy machine. He was confused and angry - he was nobody's industrial byproduct. Now what? A conveyor belt?
Rico positioned Chad along the center of the conveyor belt than switched on the machinery. Huge steel drums rolled against each other. Chad's now purple eyeball twisted around to the see the spinning rollers. His other eye was facing downward on the conveyor belt. Rico pushed another button, and the conveyor belt lurched forward. Slowly Chad was moving toward the rolling drums. He looked back and forth from grinning Rico to the spinning drums and back again.
"Glorp!" belched the globby mass that now was Chad.
Rico laughed, "What?" Chad didn't know if Rico was repeating what Chad had tried to say, or whether he was saying he didn't understand what Chad said. Rico shrugged, and said, "I 'spose you're wondering what I going to do with you after you've been pressed a few times into a nice uniform sheet of rubbery fabric, I'll take you to the Home Ec Department. Karen Sinclair said she'd make you -well, the special fabric I "ordered" into suits and caps for the water polo team. I'm the team manager, so I'll get to wear you too. But Bruno's are star player since you quit the team, and I'll bet he wears you 24/7 all season. Wonder if there's a way to make sure that your mouth or ass ends up as his pouch?" Rico rubbed his chin.
Chad felt the crushing steel drums pulling him in and crushing him.
"Yeeechurgh-pfoof!"
"Yeah, Chad, poof! You're swimwear!"
Chad didn't know what to think? Rico had lied before, but maybe this time he was telling the truth. Would the heavy metal rollers crush the life out of him or turn him into fabric for the water polo team. The water polo did need new suits, and rubberized Speedos would be great. He couldn't wait to put on his new suit. The thought of wearing a stud athlete as his water polo suit was really exciting until he remembered that thanks to Rico, the only way he was going to be on the water polo team now was if he was made into swimsuits for the players. Yeow! The rollers pressed liquid out of Chad as it fabricated him into a sheet. Rico was thorough, he folded Chad, and put him back through the press again and again. At last he was a long rectangular flat rubbery sheet that Rico rolled up.