The other rugby lads knew all about the hypnosis Mike had been doing and wanted to try some of their own stuff out on Bruce. He was now like a lab rat to them- someone they can experiment their perverse thoughts and ideas upon.
Mike used Bruce's hypnosis trigger and he fell into trance.
"Now Bruce any time a lad on the rugby team says Bruce you're a fuckin' legend you will obey whatever their next sentence is no matter what it is. Now wake up."
As the two guys entered the pub, Joey, the scrum-half, was the first to take advantage of the new trigger on Bruce.
"Bruce you're a fuckin' Legend. You're going to forget ever having come to college and remember only getting involved with the teams through me as you work as a binman with my Dad."
"Fuck I'm parched, been a fuckin' hard day on the bins and good fuckin' day of rugby!" Bruce bellowed. "Who's fuckin' round is it?"
"Mine," Joey replied. "What yer havin Bruce mate?"
"Nice fuckin cool pint of fuckin bitter mate!" Bruce replied with a stupid grin on his face. The only thing going through his mind at that time was the taste of a cool pint of bitter touching his lips after a hard day of rugby and working on the bins. He would make this a big night since tomorrow was Sunday and no bins on a Sunday.