In the middle of Cory's angry rampage, he just happens to look down at the floor and see a familiar face.. Only it's the size of his thumb nail and belongs to a man smaller than his bare foot.
For a moment, as you freeze in your place and look up at the angry jock in terror, his frustrated mind attempts to explain what the hell is going on here. But it's no use. There's no answer available to normal human logic and once Cory lets himself get this aggressive, he either unleashes the wrath of hell on whoever's nearby or he feels like could explode into a ball of flames.
Of course, unfortunately for all of the slight, non-athletic and wirey men around campus, Cory always chooses option #1. And because of this, some-one always ends up either being beaten until candy fall sout of them or screwed up by the jock's paw-like hands and stuffed into a locker.
An evil grin spreads across Cory's perfectly tanned face as he rounds on you, and you put your hands up feebly in defense, "N-No, Cry, please! Not me, I'm a good guy, I just need- No!! No!! NOOOOOOO...!!"
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