"uugh, i've got to change socks, my feet really smell." he says to himself aloud. so he plops his size 11 feet onto the bed, but to you, it's like watching it in matrix since his giant left foot is landing right on top of you. " oh god oh god im gonna die..." you chanted to yourself, but when he stepped on you, your body turned into a putty-like substance, serving your god-sized friend as a squishy insole. you gagged and pleaded for freshair, (as his foot really smelt since he was playing basketball with you all day), but your prayers were unanswered as he just put his sweat-encoated sock back on. "i should wait since the day is already almost over, i mean why waste a perfectly good sock?" of course, you could disagree, since you thought the smell of sweat was always intoxicating.
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