David shot another load as he watched Bobby collapse into a white terry cloth heap.
"Shit, I guess it's contagious. Sorry, Bobby, but the whole idea of using you as my towel is really getting me off. Omigawd, oh, yessiree, I just came again. Something about these magic singlets, seems to give me extra stamina, and extra ammmmmmmoooooooo! Four times, that's a new record for me," he gasps catching his breath. He steps out of the black singlet. A face stares up from the crumpled heap. It looks a bit like Erick, maybe it's him or his nazi-brother Carter. Probably, Carter he always hung around Ryan. David's bare foot squashed Carter's face as he stepped on him to lift the towel out the blue singlet imprinted with Ryan's face. Bobby's face stares back from the towel with an embarrassed nervous expression, but it's not fear. David grins. So does Bobby.
Looking at the abandoned singlets, David asks,"I'll need a washcloth, too, won't I?" Ryan obliges and becomes a blue washcloth. And looking at Carter, "And a backscrubber?" A black plastic backscrubber with massaging white bristles appears where the singlet lay.
"Bobby, wish you could talk and walk like Towely on South Park."
Instantly, arms and legs sprang from the towel and he hugged David. "Thank you, David! Now let's get you cleaned up!"
"I think I'd like to get a little dirtier first, if you don't mind."