Andy's toes smell so bad, you can just about see stink waves rising off of them. Yuou have to fight just to keep the bile from rising in your throat.
"Look, kid, let's be reasonable about this!" You call up to the boy, who looks at you irritably. "I can't touch your feet, they're way too-"
"If you ever call me 'kid' again I'll squash you like a cockroach. Do you hear me?? I own you, I'm your master and your god. And I command you to RUB. MY. FEET."
There's no option left. You're not going to touch this brat's unbearable feet and you're not getting squashed under them.
You turn around and, without a plan, dive off the coffee table.
"HEY!!"
You land on a half empty bag of chips and slide off. The couch creaks as Andy jumps off. It's now or never..
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