"Uh, huh," Chad nodded, "Uh, was I in an accident? My thoughts are so confused."
"Hey, for being a mannequin up until a few minutes ago, I am surprised you can put together polysyllabic words. Heck, I'd have been surprised if you used multisyllabic words when you were a human jock," Mallory chuckled.
Chad wasn't sure, but he suspected he had been insulted, but he was more concerned with what was in his pants - or rather what wasn't in his pants. He ran his fingers over the smooth, hard, flesh colored bulge under his pants where his manhood should be.
He stared in disbelief. Then he balled up his hand in a fist, and rapped on his bulge.
"Knock wood," said Mallory. Then he burst into laughter. "Knock wood. But where you should be sporting a man's wood, you're actually solid wood. Knock wood! Mwahahahaha!"
"Why? How?" Chad asked, as Mallory drove faster down the highway, " Where are we going?"