While Jeremy transformed into Lee Nabors was splashing around wearing
Ryan, the janitor discovered the mannequin that had been Lee Nabors in
his closet. The janitor tossed the naked mannequin into the school
dumpster. Not ten minutes later, goth punk artist Kevin Woodson dove
into the dumpster. He was into found art - using trash to make new
art. Today he found Lee Nabors.
Lee Nabors was notorious for being the last team member to shower
before joining his team mates in the pool. Today he was surprised to
have the team manager standing naked in front of him. Jeremy was a
pipsqueak compared to the 6'4" water polo team captain. Lee looked
down at Jeremy. The twerp was asking to be get pounded. He put his
hand on Lee's shoulder. Suddenly, Lee found his speech slurring. He
felt weak all over and was unable to move. He watched immobilized as
Jeremy grew bigger, more muscular, and suddenly, Lee was looking at
himself. Then he was horrified to be picked up and carried under his
own- uh- Jeremy's arm and tossed into the janitor's closet. He wasn't
sure how long he had stood there under the tarp, but he didn't think
it was that long. But someone opened the door, and pulled back the
tarp.
"What the heck? What's this doing in my store room? Well, it don't
belong here. Come along Mr. Mannequin, I'd like to introduce you to
Ms. Dumpster," said Mr. Taylor the janitor. He carried the mannequin
wrapped in the tarp out to the dumpster and threw Lee out.
Lee's joy at being discovered turned into terror, as the janitor
carried him outside. No, no, no, screamed Lee's mind, but as a
mannequin no one could hear him. He was tossed head first into the
dumpster and ended up with his face buried in garbage from the
cafeteria. Less than an hour earlier he had been big man on campus,
and now he was lying in a dumpster with his head buried in rotting
coleslaw. He was going to be landfill. He wanted to cry.
Suddenly, he heard someone climbing into the dumpster. He heard a
thud, and felt rubber clad hands on his body.
"Cool, a mannequin," Kevin said as he pulled back the tarp revealing
Lee's left leg. He was dumpster diving for his found art project. "I
can use the legs for a table or maybe two lamps, and I wonder if the
whole thing is intact?" He pulled Lee's head out of the coleslaw and
carefully inspected the naked mannequin.
"Hm, doesn't look like there's any damage. Why would someone throw
out a perfectly good mannequin? Oh, well, their loss is the art
world's gain. But if I'm going to get it home in my Mini, I'll have
to disassemble it. Let's see, if I twist the arm like this," he said.
There was a popping noise and Lee's right arm popped out of his right
shoulder.
NO! Gawd, no!
POP. He was armless.
POP! His head separated from his torso.
POP! POP! Both legs were detached.
Kevin loaded the disassembled mannequin into a shopping cart he had
borrowed and wheeled it along with an old tire and a damaged globe out
to the parking lot and his waiting car.