You were walking down the street with your friend Tydo, talking to him about your next job meet. In order to make money, you worked as a massage person in a local spa with other people. Although, you were really concerned with massaging people's feet more than anything. Some of the customers would find it weird that you'd massage their back for a while, they slowly work your way down to their soles and toes. In fact, you almost got fired because you got caught licking a guest's toes. But other than that, you were fine at your job.
"So I hear you got promoted at your massage parlor..." started Tydo.
"It's a spa! Not some fruity hair-polish massage parlor!" you retort.
"Yeah, that's what everyone says."
"Everyone also says that I um...got this foot...fetish..."
"I thought you did? Rocky keeps talking about how you got caught licking that anthorrex's toes one time."
"I coulda sworn I smelled cheese! Damn dog instincts..."
"...Speaking of cheese, do you smell something really rancid right now?"
You sniff the air a couple times before groaning and plugging your nose.
"Yeah, smells like horse shit! Did you step in something?"
"Did you step in something?
"No."
Before you could react, something hit you in the back of the head, and it felt like an anvil. You and Tydo sway to your left and right before you collapse to the ground, unconscious.
Hours later, you wake up with your head throbbing alongside Tydo.
"Ergh...what happened?"
You look at your setting and gasp loudly. It turns out that...
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