"Damn, I thought your dick was pierced," whined a young man in a janitorial uniform.
"Wha- who are you?" Chad asked as he slowly awkwardly turned to face the speaker.
"Uh, well, you're the reason I'm wearing this stupid janitor's uniform. Don't you remember?" He said angrily. Then he paused as he watched his confused helpless blue prey changing before his eyes.
"Maybe you don't remember? I guess you got a concussion when I decked you after the championship game. Anyway my lawyer worked out a plea deal where I have to spend the next 33 weekends working as a janitor at your high school as my community service. Anyway I figured since you were responsible for me getting stuck with community service, I figured you might as well help me complete it," he said with an evil grin.
Chad stared blankly at him. "Damn, maybe I did do some brain damage," he explained, "I'll spell it out for you real slow-ly so you can understand. The Romana curse I put on you is transforming you into a broom, and that big old dick is your handle. See how big it's growing? Well, the rest of you is twisting back from your handle, and is becoming the brush part of the push broom."