It was late in the day, and the gym with the medicine balls was deserted. The door slowly opened, Todd looked into the gym, the looked behind him. Satisfied that he was alone, Todd sauntered over to the medicine ball rack.
Chad was the third ball from the top. He looked up askew from the perpendicular with one eye. His other eye was pressed against another medicine ball.
"Chad? Still don't know who puttied you, but I checked out the website on the spray can," Todd said holding out the cannister that Chad had sprayed himself with. He continued, "Apparently, an antidote spray is required to restore your humanity. That stuff is damn expensive, and costs $1500 per can. I ordered one using your credit card. It should be delivered by Saturday or Monday. Which is okay because they advise using the antidote only 4-7 days after the subject has been uh, um stabilized. You know in the same shape. So I could just leave you as a medicine ball for a week or so, but Spring Break is starting?"
Todd shook the can. He continued, "And there's plenty of spray left to make you pliable again. And that website mentioned how to turn a puttied subject into a pool float. So..."