"Yuck, Jay, I need to go get some antidote," Rod whispered to Jay.
"What antidote? Why?" Jay asked.
"It's Thad's cum, it contains the reagent cause he drank the reagent,
and since Josh and I touched it we're infected. It'll probably take a
few minutes to affect us, but by then I should be able to get to my
locker. You stay with Josh, and flatten him if he makes trouble."
"But you said minutes?"
"Just sit on him, when the reagent kicks in he'll flatten out."
"You don't say?"
"Hey, Josh, Rod just told me what he did to your buddy Thad, help me
hold him down while he tells us about the antidote," Jay said tackling
Rod.
"No, Jay! You guys can't do this. I don't want to be flattened. It was
my plan, my reagent," protested Rod.
Josh was there pinning Rod's shoulders while Jay sat on Rod.
"Tell me how the antidote works, if you want a shot at it, and how to
get it."
"It's in my locker, combo 51-24-43, and it's stashed in an old sweat
sock under my dirty extra jockstrap."
"Ew!"
"Yeah, well, I can feel myself changing. Feeling weak. Just get the
antidote and a drop or two should reverse the effects of the
flattening, but you have to do it within the first 24 hours or
flattening becomes perman-oof!" he said deflating under Jay's weight.
"Whoa, he looks like a fathead poster, sort of? Why didn't his helmet
and gear go flat with him?"
"Well, let me tell you, Josh. Please stand up, and pose like you're
catching a football,okay?"
"Sure, just tell me. But wh-oof!"
"Cause, you'll look better mounted on my wall that way. Now to get you
guys cleaned up and stowed before any more players show up."