I'd gathered Carter and Horst as witnesses outside Ryan's locker. When I pulled Ryan off my ass for the last time, he had a human body again, as naked and magnificent as when he'd accosted me two weeks before. But it was significantly less impressive than what I'd now built for myself.
"Ryan," I told him, "I'm eternally grateful for what you've helped me do with my body. So if you'd like to replace your steroids with some magic--for which no blood or urine tests now exist--I'd be pleased and proud to be YOUR jockstrap for a week or so. But when you've achieved your maximum, you've got to change me back. Otherwise not only Carter and Horst but also my grandmother will be after you."
"So you're determined to wrap yourself around my junk any way you can, huh, Vinnie?" asked Ryan. "Would I get to wear that medal, or does it stay around your neck?"