"He-l-l-l-l-l-l-o, Kyle!" said Vic with a wicked grin. He jammed a chair under the door handle to keep anyone else out.
He walked around looking, "I know you're in here, Jen told me." He licked his lips and picked up a saw.
"See, Kylie, I got assigned to make a broom handle in wood shop to replace the one I broke over Mark's back. And Jenny told me that if I could get you to lie to me you'd grow be a broom handle, and you'd enjoy it. Now at an inch a lie, I'll need you to lie about 35 or 40 times, 50 if you want to have any dick left. Now guess what sort of lies, I want you to tell me? Oh, and keep this in mind, if you say a lie often enough, you'll start to believe it and your dick will stop growing...Aha, there you are!"