"Again... bro... do you think I'm FUCKING STUPID?!" Jon yelled at Josh, beyond pissed at the pathetic tiny man. Shifting Josh to be between his fingers instead of dangling from them, Jon pressed in on Josh ever so slightly as the tiny man yelled in pain.
"Squishing you between my fingers would be too easy." Jon glared at Josh with disgust. Jon watched Josh squirm a little, still in disbelief in how stupid the tiny must have thought he was.
"You know, with the dumb fucking nonsense you've been spewing, I wonder if whatever shrank you must've scrambled your tiny brain." Jon tried to rationalize that must be the reason why the tiny man made no sense. "Yo, runt. Tell me what's the name of this city?"
"Unnnggg..." Josh groaned in pain as he tried but couldn't respond. Jon simply rose an eyebrow, feeling like his suspicions were correct.
"Aight, how bout this. I weigh 270 pounds. How much protein do I need for muscle growth?" Jon asked the tiny man, leaning back and loosing his squeeze slightly.
"I... don't... know..." Josh wheezed. Jon shook his head in complete confirmation now.
"Yeah, I'm sure of it now. Even the dumbest dudes on the team know how to calculate their protein." Jon leaned back now again, in confidence as if it was common knowledge that anyone would know off the top of their head. "Here's the deal, squirt. I actually feel bad for you."
Jon said this as he stood up from his chair, rolling his shoulders a little as he smirked down at the tiny many in his clutches.
"I'm gonna do you a massive favor." Jon chuckled a little at the irony of his size. "A giant favor, bro!"
Jon walked away from his desk, looking around his room as he decided to put Josh in...
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