Horst looked at the glowing medallion, and reached out and grabbed it. Carter had already backed all the way over to the door, while the twins were talking about punishing Horst and him by changing them into jockstraps.
There was flash of light. Horst was gone. A jockstrap fell to the floor. Carter was out the door before Horst hit the floor.
He expected them to follow him, but they didn't.
He snuck back over to the door and put his ear against it. He could hear voices. The twins were arguing. Apparently, each blamed the other for only transforming Horst, and not changing Carter. Each wanted to wear Horst, but there was only one jockstrap to wear. So they were fighting. Maybe the twins would turn each other into jockstraps? Or knock each other out? Carter could only hope. He was tempted to go to the coach, or principal, but they would never believe him, would they? If they saw these two, they would! Carter turned and ran to find an adult or as many adults as he could.
Meanwhile, the twins had decided on names, the one called itself Vinry and the Ryvin, but there was no discernible difference in their appearances, behavior or personalities. They spoke at the same time angry recriminations flew, as they stretched Horst between them in a tug of war.
"It's mine!" they shouted in unison, "I changed Horst!" "You were supposed to change Carter!" "No, you were!"