The giant face of the British actor was just in front of you and all you could see was his cute smile. The limo drives away before any of you talk, you're so happy to go away from your family, little did you know that Tom Holland will not treat you like a human being either.
"Hello Quentin, I'm so glad to finally meet you, you know when we learned that a tiny immortal man was looking for a job a lot of celebrities wanted you, but I'm the one you got you" he says proudly with his British accent. He looks at you the way a kid looks at his Christmas present
"And what will be my job exactly?" You ask a bit anxious
"Well, being my assistant, massaging my body, entertaining me, doing everything I order, tiny man things" he laughs and you realize that you're never nobody will ever see you as anything but a toy
"Don't make that face, your father what they used to do with you, so I guess you won't be shocked if I tell you your fisrt job is being...
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