Brad is standing in the doorway watching his naked kid bro moving frantically but silently. He can see something is wrong with Chad, and puts his hand on Chad's shoulder with Chad's boner pointed at his chest.
SPLOOGE!
Brad is blasted with a firehose like blast from Chad's cock that sends him flying across the room. Chad keeps pumping an impossible torrent of seven until his knees buckle and he collapses on the floor.
The afternoon sun is streaming through the window when Chad gets up. He moans.
He moaned! "I can speak again!" Chad announced happily to himself.
He stood up. Then he remembered Brad. He looked out the door and saw a new sculpture plastered to the wall outside his door. Brad is mounted six inches off the floor and sealed under a hard white plastic-like shell. It reminds Chad of Han Solo sealed in Carbonite at Jabba the Hut's palace. Chad knocked on the hard shell, and asked, "Brad, are you in there?"