He lifted his balls back up. "Alright, guys. I guess we're stuck like this." His mind went back to his alternative. "Well, you're both stuck like you are. If worse comes to worse, I could always get this shit removed through surgery."
Todd froze in place, somehow unable to move. "Did you just seriously say that, boy?" Wright spoke in a low growl. "You think you can weasel your way out of proper punishment?" Todd couldn't move his lips, much less his jaw. "Perhaps I didn't make an educated enough decision when cursing you. I oughtta have done something like what happened to your friends." Jamie and Marty looked on without moving to help their friend. They may have been paralyzed as well, or perhaps they were unwilling to help Todd.
Without anyone to stop him, Wright continued. "I'll give you a choice, boy." Todd, still frozen, was forcibly rotated to face the old man. His testicles deflated and cock shrank to what he could only assume was its natural size, because he could neither feel their weight and he no longer carried them in his still-paralyzed arms. With a flick of the wrists, a single pill appeared in the old man's palm. "You can either choose to be a lawn flamingo for the rest of your sad little life, or you can choose to eat this pill. I guarantee some other punk will destroy or steal you if you choose to be one of my lawn ornaments. So what'll it be?"
Without much of a choice, Todd knows his answer as soon as he regained the ability to talk. "I'll take the pill." Wright handed him the pill, and Todd swallowed it without a second thought. His body began to feel off as he...