"Brandon, you home?" Kyle shouted out, as he walked through the door. He was dressed in a grey tank top and sweatpants. His massive sneakers were like thunder on the floor. He had just come back from the gym, and his muscular, toned body was glistening with sweat. Kyle disappeared in the kitchen for a moment. "Oh shit, my brother's home," groaned Brandon, "Dude, we can't let him find us like this. Who knows what he'd do to us!" Kyle was pretty mean and violent, you recall, he was always yelling at Brandon for borrowing his stuff. Kyle might like to have some revenge. . .
Suddenly, Kyle was back from the kitchen. He had a blue Gatorade in his huge hand. He takes a few sips and stands infront of the couch, about to sit down. You and Brandon are between his massive shoes, a strong smell coming from them, and the rest of Kyle's body. He sits down on the couch and turns on the TV. He lays down on the couch now. You and Brandon start to make your escape. The both of you run across the floor, aiming for the kitchen. "I needa take a shower," Kyle mutters to himself and stands up from the couch. He then begins to walk your way, his steps easily gaining on you and Brandon. He notices something on the floor. . .
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