As Todd moved down the sidewalk, he heard the echo of what old man Wright had said the night before, nearly as a mental echo. Trying to suppress those thoughts, he decides to pick up speed, just so show how fast he can move. Unfortunately, this increased movement along with the strange weight distribution of his testicles caused the wheelbarrow to tip, then fall over.
His balls go flying to the left, forcing Todd to move with them. He once again strikes his balls on the ground, causing another shot of pain to course through his body. This time, however, the pain does not stop. It starts to roil and reverberate throughout his oversized genitals. Todd refused to look at his still-aching balls, and instead tried to focus on the pain to help dissolve it. After several minutes of wishing away the sensations he felt, Todd felt the flesh connecting him to his testicles become more strained. As he opened his eyes, he was flabbergasted by what he saw. Or perhaps a better statement was what he couldn't see.
In front of him was a wall of flesh. His testicles had to have grown several times their size, and now took up most of the yard that he had fallen into. Each testicle towered over him, the only reason he wasn't lifted into the air was by pure "luck" that he had landed face-down. His balls may have been an annoyance to move before, but now they truly were impossible to budge. Each testicle had to weigh several tons.
As Todd looked for a way out of this mess, he realized whose yard he had landed in, but it made no sense. Todd knew he hadn't passed this yard on the way to Marty's, and yet he was undoubtedly on the lawn of old man Wright. As if on cue, the old man walked out from one of the large blind spots created by Todd's testes.
"Congratulations, boy. You moved when I promised you wouldn't, and I can't have that happen."
Todd glanced frantically between his mammoth testicles and Wright. "What did I do to you that deserves this?!"
"You decided to ruin yet another night of mine, like all of you punk-kids do every damn day. I'm sick of it, so I says to myself, 'how am I going to fix this?' and I come up with a plan. I'll just use a little bit of my power to ruin your life like you all ruin mine. You were the first punk I've tried it on, and while I was hoping you'd just let the story of the curse pass by word of mouth, you just had to break that idea with all your moving."
"God damnit old man. Get a fucking sense of humor and change this back!"
"Shut it, whelp. You're my new lawn ornament to inform all the other idiots who would pester me what their fate will be. I do not take orders from lawn ornaments, and if you don't want to end up being only a dick 'n balls, I suggest you accept your new life as it is. You're stuck here until I either get sick of you blocking my view or some other punk makes it worth swapping you out for him."