You decide you'd like to have some fun with Zac Efron. Licking your lips, you scoop him out of the box. Dressed in knee length shorts and a striped polo shirt, he sits on the palm of your hand.
"You're not Vanessa!"
"How observant of you, now can you guess what's about to happen?" Zac looks down at his shrunken self, then at the palm of your hand, finally gazing up at the big grin on your face.
"I don't think I care too ..." This makes you laugh.
"It's probably best not to think about it. To tell the truth, I'm not even sure myself of what I'm going to do with you. Kind of makes it more exciting, don't you think?"
"For you, yeah ..." Zac peers over the edge of your palm and seems to decide the risk of jumping is one worth taking. As quick as he can, he rolls to the side and off of your hand. He doesn't get far though, because you manage to catch him with your other hand.
"Well, that was silly. You could have hurt yourself ...then again, if you really do want to have a bit of a fall ..." You take hold of his legs with your thumb and forefinger and bring him up above your head. "How's this for somewhere to land?" You open your mouth wide. As he is being held upside down, the hem of his shirt falls to reveal his abs. You jostle him a little, and this coupledwith his flailing arms leads to his shirt falling off completely. He stares in horror down your throat, waiting for you to drop him.
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