You approach Mr Butler's worn old Nike athletic shoe, with its peeling toe and its faded Nike logo. Mr Butler is a gym junkie who never seems to cease sweating and can be heard screaming at his team from kiometres away - Very aggressive indeed. And if there's one word to describe the huge, intimidating man's foot odour, it's 'aggressive' - You can smell those bad boys from a mile away. However, you need help, and decide the best course of action is to climb the coaches shoe, then up his sock to his shin, then up his beefy, hairy leg to the point where his gym shorts end. From there, he should definitely be able to see you. You start to climb the foul footwear, listening to Mr Jones and Mr Edward's conversation as you go. "All I'm saying, Harvey, is if you like long, descriptive chapters and innovative storylines you should check out PuppetMaster's portfolio." Distracted by this irrelevant yet informative conversation, you lose your footing half-way up the coaches damp gym sock and fall deep into the space between his shoe and his ankle. The coach kicks at the ground, trying to dislodge the pebble that's poking into his foot, and you go rolling under the sweaty man's sole. "Well, gentlemen, I have a class to abuse." Butler jokes, before leaving for practice with the football team. With every step your face is pushed into the moist fabric of the coach's putrid gym sock. The smell that you unwillingly sniff in over and over again is a damp, sickly smell - something like rotten pumpkin - and you heave constantly on the concentrated stench of the mature man's horrendous foot odour, praying for this to end..
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