"Josh, get in here!" Coach shouted as Josh rushed by his door with a bin of wet towels.
"Yes, coach?"
"Close the door," the coach said looking sternly at Josh, "You know the big game is coming up, and I need Chad suited up and ready to play."
Josh shrugged, "You know I haven't seen the quarterback since last week."
"Come on, I saw you by his locker earlier, and I know about your beef with Chad. I don't need to know what you did or how or any of that. I know your granny. Just get Chad back here by Thursday."
"My granny? Uh-bu-"
"Shut up, Josh. I don't want to know. Just get Chad back, and I want that jock back in one piece."
Josh left the office and whispered to himself with a smirk, "Oh, Chad's one piece all right. He's a one piece jockstrap. I knew it was too good to last, I'll have to separate Woody from his new security blanket."