A sopping wet Rene stood in the middle of his bedroom floor looking up at the naked man he'd plastered to his wall. He peeled Alan off, and shook him like a rag, then proceeded to use the flattened man to dry off. When he was done, he hadn't the wet rag of a man to Dan, and told him to dry off too.
"Not terribly absorbant," Rene added as he dressed, "But I think Alan is probably bright enough to know who's the boss now." Rene pulled a taser out of his night stand drawer. He called over to Dan to bring Alan over, and then to collect Matt from the tub.
Rene positioned the two flattened men under a heavy oak hope chest that sat at the end of the hall. It was full of old books, and required three people to lift it. He folded over the two flattened men's lower halves and slid them under the chest. Only their heads and shoulders were visible when he zapped them with taser.
Alan spoke first, "How the hell did you do this to us?" His voice was breathy because 3/4 of his lungs were still crushed flat under the chest.
"It was my formula, wasn't it?" Matt said softly.
"Your formula?" Alan said accusingly, "I'm the lab researcher, you're only a dumb fuck grad student who got the job because you really know how to give head. How could you come up with a formula like this?" Alan's anger and academic jealousy made him forget what position he was really in.
Rene justed leaned back and laughed. It was an evil laugh, and soon he had regained Alan's, Matt's and Dan's attention.