Much to his dismay, Dale spilled half the bottle of magic shower water into a plastic tray full of lime Kool-Aid packets. In horror, Dale watched as the magic water penetrated the thin paper envelopes and turned a rich shade of green.
"Bummer, dude," Scott sympathized. "But anyway, you still have half the bottle. Maybe that'll be enough."
"Yeah, but maybe not, and what if half a bottle isn't enough? I could get stuck halfway in between or some screwy thing."
"You could always ask Jon if he has any more supposedly magic water," Scott suggested. "Or you could throw it all away, and tell him it didn't work, and see what he says. I think this whole proposition is a hoax and you fell for it."
"What the hell; I'll just drink the Kool-Aid," Dale decided. "I mean, it's Kool-Aid. It's gotta be safe, right?" And with that, Dale drank all the magic green water he could from the corner of the tray, and then downed the contents of the half-empty bottle."
"Whoa! It's starting! Would you come in the ladies room with me?" Dale asked Scott.
"Sorry, dude; I can't do that. We can both go in the men's room, though," Scott replied.
"Yeah, right. When's the last time you saw a guy dressed like me in the men's room. Ohmigosh! Wait out here, would you?" Dale shouted as he raced all alone toward the ladies room.
