Dustin glanced at his list. He wasn't sure who to start with, so he started to just run down the street in the general direction of the school. The McDonalds was there, and Truman and most of the other guys. He noticed that even with the sweatsuit on his rubber body still made this weird squeaky sound as it rubbed against himself. He was so focused on the sound that he failed to notice his run was taking him directly in front of a vehicle. Brakes screeched. Dustin felt the impact and insides gushes out of all his orifices. Cum covered the street.
"Oh, my god!" said the driving getting out of the car. Running around the front of the car, the driver exclaimed, "What the fuck?"
Lying on the ground wasn't a person, but a black rubber suit dressed in sweat shirt and sweat pants. White liquid was everywhere. The driver thought this must be a sick prank, and looked around to see if there was anyone lurking nearby. The driver reached down and shook the suit. It must have been filled with milk or some other milky substance to give it solidity, after all the bumper and grill were dented.