"Sweet! Sinclair's star football stud is a limitless lump of gray whatever for me to do with as I please. He's still malleable, right?" The coach asked as he ran his hands over Chad's compacted rubbery head and torso. He could hear a faint purring sound coming for Chad which grew louder when his hand lingered on its silver bulge.
"Yeah, it is malleable, and will be for a couple more hours, but after that it will be stuck in whatever shape it's in. Remember it's not human anymore, and can't ever be."
Chad let out a muffled, "Eep!"
"Well, then I best be getting Chad over to the shop building to repurpose him. I mean, it."
"See you later, coach. Bye forever, Chad," Ty said as Sanchez picked up Chad, slung him under one arm and exited his office.
Sanchez paused in the doorway, and turned, and said, "See you, Ty. Oh, and you'll see Chad again, but it won't look like it does now. It remains sentient after it stabilizes,right?"
"It's supposed to-" Ty said in a noncommittal tone. He wasn't sure whether it would be able to make sounds still or not.