"Yeah, granddad, I know Honda is a Japanese car company, but that war was over 50 years ago. Yeah, I know you lost your brothers at Pearl Harbor, and on the Bataan Death March. But this car was made in America. Honda has a plant here now...Uh, huh. Okay. No. Well, if you insist, but... alright you can buy be a new Lincoln Navigator and I'll get rid of the Civic," Richie hangs up the cell, and sighs. He wish his granddad would just get over it.
Dan's mouth waters as he follows Richie into the men's room. He ducks into the far shower and begins jacking off. Dan slips into the Janitor's closet, and peels back Jake's cocoon. He almost screams as he stares at Dave's furry face with two floppy ears growing out of his head. Dan removes Jake's cocoon, but doesn't know what to do with the mutant dog boy that was left in his place. So Dan leaves him sleeping on the floor of the Janitor's Closet. He heads back into the bathroom. He feels hungry, and heads toward the moaning coming from the last stall.
Nothing like a j o session to relieve tension. Richie liked his Civic, but how could he turn down a Navigator. Oh, yeah. Thud.
Richie had knocked himself out cold throwing his head blindly into the wall as he orgasmed. Dan ate quickly, and was about to cocoon Richie when a bunch of guys came into use the john. He looked at the unconscious Richie. Blotted his bleeding shoulder wound, and exited.
"A bull on the floor, I bet Omicron Frat did it?"
"I just gotta drain the weasel," Erik sighed. Hungover with a full bladder, he was grateful he hadn't wet himself in his sleep.
Richie wakes up. Cleans up, and races over to granddad's in his Civic. He doesn't notice that as he combs his hair, his blond roots have turned black.