You only are able to rub for a few minutes before you start to gag from the smell. You can hardly breathe it's so bad, the dirt and muck on the bottom of it is coating your hands and you stop for just a minute to try and get it off. Unfortunately the moment you stop is the only moment Susie needs to decide you weren't trying.
"Hey! Bug Boy! Who told you you could stop! The Purple foot pins you down against the table, forcing the air out of your lungs. "Now what exactly did you think you were doing?
She presses down slowly, the weight of the world feels like its being pressed down on you...
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