"I had a Cup of Noodles in the waiting room? What?" shrieked Patrick
as he stared at his previously flexed biceps.
His elbow was still bent, but like a Popeye cartoon without spinach,
his biceps now hung limply and impossibly like a wet noodle. He tapped
the noodly limb and it swung back and forth. It was as if his bone
had turned to rubber. Now his knees started to feel wobbly. The
whole time, the photographer kept snapping pictures.
"Oh, perfect, Patrick, I love the expression on your face!" Andy said
as he shoved the camera lens right in Patrick's face and snapped a
pic.
"You did this? How? Why? Undo it, now!" shouted Patrick as he dropped
to his knees. Or rather his knees and shins turned all noodly and
coiled beneath his thighs like pythons.
"Oh, those shorts will have to go now, I think," Andy said evilly
producing a pair of silver sheers.
Patrick felt cold metal slide down the side of his waistband.
"No!"
Snip! Snip! Snip!
"Now let's see how limp your noodle is when the Viagra Carly gave you
concealed in that bonbon takes effect. I wonder if it'll make you
stiff all over or just down below or even at all. I hope it does
something. Gawd, I love digital cameras, I don't have to stop to
reload film."
Snap, snap, snap.
The mad photographer is taking pictures the whole time.
Patrick closes his eyes, and tries to compose himself.
"Drugs - that's the answer! You drugged me!"
"Duh!"
"With hallucinogens to make me think that I'm all noodly."
"Bzzzz. That buzzer means you're wrong and don't win the prize. No
antidote for you. You're just going to be a noodly mess forever."
"What? No, this is for real? It can't be!"
"True, there was no prize. And I wasn't going to give you the
antidote even if you had figured it out," he said reaching out and
running his hand across Patrick's muscled but wobbly chest. He licked
his lips, "I can't wait to get you into bed to see what you super
limber body can do!"
He reached over and flipped a switch, and the wall next to him folded
down to reveal a Murphy bed.
"Oh, man! No!"
"Oh, man, yes, Patrick! Is it your first time? Don't worry it won't
hurt a bit - you're so pliable, I doubt anything could really hurt
you. However, being pliable essentially means you can't resist. You're
putty in my hands!"
Andy scooped up noodly Patrick in his arms and carried the warm noodly
mass over to the bed. He tossed Patrick toward the bed, and
immediately resumed snapping pictures.