Chad's jaw dropped because standing there in an open white lab coat and nothing else was his annoying brainiac lab partner Melvin, whom Chad always called Poindexter.
"Poindexter? You gotta help me!" Chad said.
"First, jock for brains, I am helping you and me. See, Chad, from now on Chad's getting a 5.0 GPA."
"I will?"
"No, but the Chad wearing you will. See Chad, I'm going to be wearing you. I'll have your body, and you'll be my suit. I cannot wait to put you on," Melvin said stepping closer.
"Oh, you're putting me on?!" laughed Chad misunderstanding. At the moment, Chad collapsed in an empty heap. What happened?