At the end of the day, the caretaker emptied the lost and found box into the dumpster. No one would want one sock, one sneaker, or a couple of old used jockstraps. Vinnie was terrified as the cafeteria garbage poured over him. By 2 pm, Vinnie was in a trash truck headed out to the dump.
At 3pm, Ryan's old cronies Horst and Carter cornered Vin Cost by the bike rack.
"Man, you promised you'd turn Ryan back 3 weeks ago. We went along with you, but enough is enough. We want our bud back. Hell, I saw you're not even wearing him anymore," Horst accused.
"How would you know that?" Vin (Ryan) asked. He was somewhat touched that his old friends were trying to rescue him albeit a little late. Horst and Carter represented his old life, and they weren't part of Vin Cost's. There was no room for them in it right now. Still they wanted Ryan back, enough to risk being reduced to jockstraps themselves. Well, for friendship's sake, he thought, why not?
"There's a hole in the divider in the boy's john, I saw you're going commando, so give him back. Uh, please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Vin closed his eyes and released Vinnie's spell holding his former body in the shape of a jock strap.
Ryan (Vinnie) coughed as he struggled to dig out of the suffocating garage and into the fresh air. He was naked, covered with trash, but he was human again. He looked down and admired Ryan's hot athletic physique, he couldn't imagine why Ryan would settle for Vin's body when he had this. Now to find something to wear, people throw away clothing every day, the naked man figured. He started rummaging through the mounds of trash.