James Liam III, by day, was a respected Vice President of a major banking firm. His job's responsibilites were only exceeding by his salary. At first glance, he was happy.
However, Liam wasn't happy. You see, he had always wanted to be a writer, but he sucked at it. Badly. Worse, he had a fetish for feet and GTS. So when no one was looking, in his office, he wrote GTS fanfiction. BAD GTS fanfiction.
All this changed when several insect-like creatures and a half-human/half-zebra man entered his office via the window.
"You're coming with me!" the zebra man yelled as the red insect-men grabbed him.
"You can't do this to me! Don't you know who I am?"
"A GTS author," the zebra-man replied as he lept from the window. "Come Zolors!"
With no way out, James was forced to take the thirty story shortcut down to the street, being held by a bizzare creature. He knew he'd regret writing about Misty feet sooner or later.
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