"Sweet! Love ya, Max!" Shouted Bruno catching the shiny silver shorts, and waving his trophy in the air. Then he buried the shorts in his face and inhaled deeply.
"Huh? Why do Max's shorts smell like Chad?" Bruno whispered in a confused voice.
*Because I am Chad, Bruno. I am Max's shorts. Please you have to help-muh.* Chad's voice sounded in Bruno's head. Bruno stared at the talking shorts. Looked around, no one else seemed to hear it. So he shoved the shorts into his front pocket. As he let go, Chad's voice stopped. Skin to skin contact was required for anyone to hear Chad.
Bruno broke into a cold sweat. He glanced around nervously. Max was waggling his thong clad ass in somebody's face. Bruno nervously headed for Max's backstage dressing room.