Nick Chan? What the heck?
Chad wracks his brain to think of how he could've pissed off Chan to do this to him. Chan was the 2nd string center on the water polo team. Chad had been the first string center. Gulp, if Chad was a Speedo, then Chan would be the new first string center.
Chan had extracted the Speedo from the locker, and stepped into it. He ties the drawstring tightly, and shoved the string inside Chad.
"You got it wrong, Chad, if I was pissed at you, Chad. I would have turned you into a urinal cake, and you'd be melting down the drain under my hot stream instead of wrapped around my hot body," Nick Chan admiring how his new suit fit, "I don't just want your position Chad, I want your skills. While I'm wearing you, I've got access to all your abilities and knowledge. I'm going to get an academic and athletic scholarship to college, and you're part of my ticket there."
Nick Chan heads to practice. Coach Sinclair is pissed that Chad isn't there, but is impressed at how much Nick's skills have improved. He tells Chan that he'll let him start at the next game. Chad's mind is racing, while Chan showers.