Jeremy slowly turns towards you, reaching down for another dumbbell. "Time for one last workout," he says.
But you were behind a towel, and in front of the dumbbell. As soon as Jeremy's massive hand pushes aside the rank towel, he stops and gasps.
Greg looks over his shoulder. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
Immediately Jeremy snatches you up and shows you to his wrestling buddy. Now you are between Jeremy's thumb and forefinger, staring into the enormous glares of the giants.
"Strange bug you got there," says Greg.
"I'm no bug!" you shout. "I'm your neighbor, you meaty shithead."
Greg frowns. "Shut up, shrimp! If you ever diss me or my man Jeremy again, we'll make your tiny life a living hell." Jeremy nods and smiles.
"I'm not a bug..." you respond, but your statement falls on deaf ears.
"Course you're a bug," Jeremy responds. "And a preatty awesome bug at that."
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