Full of It
Daria stepped behind Kevin and winced. What she was about to do was all-out sacrilege towards any football player, or at least one of his caliber. But the sight of Jane gradually pulling a twenty-dollar bill out of her wallet spurred her on. One, two...three! She reached for his neck protector and grabbed at it. Strangely, it seemed to be tighter on there than she thought, but with a bit of elbow grease, it came off.
She started to walk back to celebrate her victory, but she stopped dead at the sound coming from behind her. Hssssssssss. It was at that moment that she noticed the large hole in the back of his neck, now releasing a steady gust of air. Meanwhile, his body shriveled, its wrinkled mass falling to the floor as the air inside cried its last. Jane walked over to take a glance at their now-deflated colleague.
"This explains a lot, doesn't it?" asked Jane, handing her friend a bill.
Daria looked down and sighed. "I always thought he was Brittany's blow-up doll. I never thought it was the truth."