To Chad's horror and surprise, four gang bangers wearing white tank tops, lots of shiny chains, oversize blue
jeans and backward baseball caps burst through the door. Each was carrying a rolling pin.
The leader who was wearing the most gold chains shouted, "Pin him, hermanos!"
The rolling pin that struck Chad's left shoulder didn't sound like wood hitting flesh, it sounded more like
when his grandmother slapped her dough with a rolling pin. He blinked. He was on the ground, and there was a
huge dent in his body. It felt weird, but didn't hurt. The other guys were all over him slamming their rolling
pins into his latex covered flesh.
"Arriba, arriba!" shouted the leader.
They all began pushing their rolling pins over his flattening limbs. Then leader squatted over Chad's face so
he was blinded to what they were doing to him. He could feel his body changing, flattening and spreading out.
He could feel the rolling pins massaging him.
Finally, the butt was lifted. Chad gasped in a thin airless way. He was flattened from the neck down. He
stared at his shiny black tarp like body stretched out on the field house floor. He was about 12 feet wide
and at least 100 feet long. Maybe longer.
"Tah-dah!" said the gang leader waving his hand at the rectangular flat blackness that was now Chad's body.
Then he said to his boys, "Now let's get him rolled up and on the truck.
A cardboard cylinder was laid across him at the end opposite his head and they began rolling him up. Chad
whined.
"Now listen up, jock boy. I own ya now. You think about what reason I don't just flatten that black rubber
head of yours into a floor mat for car. You ain't got any hands and you can't really talk without lungs. It
would be simpler to just flatten your head, but there is one thing you can do with your rubberized mouth that
may make you worth while to me and my bros."
Chad's eyes widened in the black shiny sea that was his face now.
The boss grinned.
"Yeah, you understand. Think about it, and if you give us good head, you'll keep your head. Or rather we
will. Otherwise?" he shrugged menacingly.
Chad didn't know what to think as the loaded him into the back of the red pick up truck with flaming skulls
painted on the sides.