Can we have a word?

One word in the wrong ear
about what goes on in
his basement and you might
think he'd have a no win
situation on his hands tonight

but, honestly guys, it's not
what it looks like. There is
an innocent explanation on
the way. In fact, it's not his,
the stuff that's hanging from

the hooks. He's looking after it.
For a friend. The rubber sheets?
They're not rubber. And the straps?
They're not leather. Jeez!
You're taking some convincing chaps.

What's he building in there?