"Let's make him our new manager!" said Brendan. "There's been an opening since Don moved away." He smiled a sly grin.
"I think I get what your going at," replied Brandon. "Go for it!"
"What's your name?" Brendan asked his victim.
"Matthew Donald Rou," Matthew replied.
"No it's not," replied Brendan. "It's Zachary Mikel Rou. Zack for short. Now, what's your name."
"Zachary Mikel Rou. Zack for short." replied the new Zack.
"Now, what is your favorite thing to do?" asked Brendan.
"Drama," responded Zack.
"No you like sports. You always have. It is your life. You don't dig all that school stuff." Brendan told him.
"I love sports." murmured Zack.
"Yes," said Brendan. "You think your really good at them to. You are the best player on all your teams, so you think. But you've never been abled to make it on a teem. This is because you stink. You always fail when you play, but you refuse to admit it. You'll never give up trying to make the
team. But for now, you've made do with with being the football team's manager. Now for your appearance. Your have short red hair, no facial hair, and a bad care of acne. You always try to imitate some famous athlete's aperance. So you often dye your hair." Zack's appearance shifted to what had
just been described. "Now, when I snap my fingers you will awaken." He shaped his fingers.
"Hay," exclaimed Zack as he came to his senses and noticed the twins. "I can't believe we lost that game last week. If I'd been on the team we would have won you know."
"Yay yay," replied Brendan. "We know Zack." He and his brother waited until Zack had turned the corner before they broke out in to laughter.
"Good one bro." said Brandon. "Let's find someone else to mess with."