They hypnotize him so he won't be a threat

"Hypnotize him so he won't be a threat," Chet finished as they finished tying Brendan down onto the bench in the center of the room. If he woke up, he wouldn't be going anywhere.

"Hypnosis? What are you, crazy? That's the big plan? Shit, we'd be better off tying him up and leaving him in a broom closet!" the running back exclaimed.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing. My mom's a therapist, remember? She uses this stuff on her addiction patients all the time. Once he wakes up, it'll be child's play..." Chet reached into his locker and pulled out a pocket watch.

Brendan started to stir, and his eyes opened, after which he started thrashing about.

"What the hell is going on here?" Brendan looked around with the limited movement he was allowed and spotted Chet grinning down at him.

"Ah, I see our guest of honor is finally awake..." Chet smiled.

"Let me go, Chet! Whatever you've got planned, I am making it to that game!" Brendan spat.

"I'm counting on that, playing in it... well that's a different story. Now, just focus on the watch." Chet started to wave the watch around. "You're getting sleepy... very sleepy..."

"You're a sick bastard if you th... If you think..." Brendan's speech trailed off as his eyes became unfocused.

"Perfect," Chet grinned. "Brendan, you're in a trance, and you're going to do whatever I say, okay?"

"I'll do whatever you say..." Brendan muttered.

"So, what are you going to do to him?" the running back asked.

"Simple, I'm going to..." Chet started.