The custom begins with the camera focused on your tiny beat friend who you’ve been trying to look for ages lying on the floor; the ground quakes as you enter the room after a long workout (adorn in your dirty white crew socks, gray sweat & uggs). You mutter in your booming voice how tired you are as you nearly crush his puny body.

Your shout that your friend hasn’t been around for a while to rub your stinky socks and be your insole in your slippers like you said he would. You then look around the room for him... you hear something so you go and find whatever that sound is... Show more