The two conspirators hid around the corner as Snake strolled in from the field. He wasn't on any teams, he was on detention. Coach made him run 20 laps around the track. His clothes were plastered to his body when he came in. Silently he peeled off his stinky clothes, and shoved them into his tiny gym locker, and swaggered off to the showers.
When he was out of earshot, one guy hissed to his co-conspirator, "Snake ? Seriously, unless that can sucks him in too, he will probably kill us."
"How will he know? You going to tell him?"
"No, of course not. But if it works like it's supposed to, how do you plan to get the can back so we can use it too?"
"I just take it from his locker, the same way U put it in."
"Yeah, like he's just going to leave it there, and not take it with him?"
"Oh, shit. You think-"
"Sh, he's coming.
Snake was toweling off as he walked back to his locker. He unlocked the big locker with his street clothes and glared at the spray can laying on you of his jeans legs and boots.
He growled lowly, "What the fuck is this?" He grabbed the can and examined it. "Somebody was in my locker." He sniffed the can, and then he studied the label.
He stood there silent and naked. Then he sniffed his right armpit, and then his left armpit. "Maybe I should?" He mumbled. He shook the can.
The two conspirators peered around the corner.