(Not me)

There was no way in Hell Riley was going to rub the putrid feet of this spoiled, fake gangsta girl. His mind could only think of one alternative to the action, however. He ran. He ran off the oak wood table and landed on Cindy's enigma of a messy and untidy floor. He ran through piles of unclean clothes, magazines whose covers featured prominent rap artists, and even magazine shells before Cindy noticed that her little toy had escaped.

"Oh no you don't, dawg."

Cindy got up from her chair and raised her foot above the scouring little ant.

BOOM!

Riley's ground was shaken from underneath him. The impact was so huge, that Riley stumbled, tripped, and landed on his back. He quickly looked up above him and saw Cindy's giant foot eclipsing his vision of the light.

"This is your last chance," Cindy boomed. "Rub my feet or else."

"Fuck you, bitch!"

Cindy's facial expression changed dramatically when Riley uttered that expression of rebellion. Her chin tightened and her eyes became more fierce and unforgiving. In other words, she was pissed.

"I'll teach you to disrespect your goddess, Riley."

Cindy raised her foot as high as it could go. Riley stared up at the foot and saw his eyes flash before his eyes. This was the end. He closed his eyes and held his hands up as a natural reaction. Cindy slammed her foot down and...