Dylan waves the wand at pro the tatoo and says "Pro you ass, I wish you were normal again so I can stop this damn milking you got going!" And with a zap the tatoo dissapears but in it's place standing over his bed stood pro. He was pro alright, but he didn't move or talk and looked like the tatoo, but real! Pro shook his helmet head, and dylan realized that pro couldn't talk cause he was perminently stuck wearing that suit. His eyes looked at dylan, still a red color, still determined to get his protein, and walked toward dylan as he lied in bed scared with the wand in his hand. With a snatch he whisked the wand away from dylan and began to point it at him. Dylan just shut his eye's a cringed as to what pro was thinking, and waiting to be his next protein meal. With another weird sound, dylan opened his eyes, but he hadn't changed!
Pro Was thinking to himself as he held the wand "Man I'm so hungry, I wish I could have my body weight in protein so I can eat all I want!" And the wand zapped him instead. Dylan watched with a smerk as the muscle headed dummy began to change. First the uniform he was wearing changed back to cloth, but not just the clothing, his skin as well. "Oh no!" thought pro as he felt stiff again. He watched his cleats and feet change from normal, well as normal as he could be, to cloth with pics of football cleats on them. The change spread up his ankles and the calves of his legs, becoming unreal, cloth forms of there former self. Dylan jumped out of bed and grabbed the wand from pro as he just stood there and watched his football pants become cloth berlap material as well. Pro just looked at dylan with sad red eyes as it spread up his waist and then his jerset stomach. "Well pro looks like your getting your wish! You big lumocks! Serves you right for the crap you've been putting me through!" And watched the cloth changes continue up to his chest.
The padded shoulders and arms were the next to change, and pro lifted them up as much as he could before they fell limp again. There berlap sack look didn't appeal to him at all, and pro looked through his red eyes in plea to dylan, who said "Don't worry, I'll fix it, but hopefully you'll stay still now!" And the change stopped as pro's head and helmet became cloth as well. A weird hole on top of his head was all that really stood out as pro stood there unmoving, and dylan watched as gravity took over and the sack that had been pro, hell still pro fell to the floor in a heap. Dylan looked at the whole and shrugged his muscled shoulders as to why it was there?
That's when the tube appeared out of the ceiling, in some weird magical way, slinking it's clear plastic form down to pro's deflatted lump of a body.DYlan grabbed it, but no help was needed as it found the whole on pro's head, and a weird brown colored sand came out. Within the course of a few minutes pro began to inflate again, but not air, as dylan tasted the stuff coming out. "This is protein!" dylan exclaimed as pro's feet became filled up again, the tube doing it's job well. "Man you taste damn good too pro!" Dylan exlaimed as the legs began to fill up again as well. WAtching greedily he saw the waste and stomach began to fill in and two unseen hands of some kind proped up pro. Pro stood there an inanimate thing, that closely resembled human, as his chest began to fill up back to it's form again. "Man this is cool pro! I like you this way better, but we still got to fix this!" He shouted over the sound of the tube, but the sound deminished and pro's head became whole again as well, the blank stare look out into space and beyond.
With more unseen things, the whole above pro's head stitched up and pro was standing there, a dummy filled with delecious protein! "Oh man, I wonder how I'm gonna not be tempted to let you rot like that!" He said with a smerk, but continued with "Don't worry, I'm just messing with you, we'll get you back again. Maybe next time you'll think with your head instead of your stomach."