Chris and Sean look at eachother for a brief moment, before Sean finally speaks up.

"Actually, maybe we should go for a run..."

Chris looks at him, slightly puzzled. "I don't do much running... so why start now?"

Sean groans, not realizing that his partner in crime is slightly slower than your average guy. "Just - come on. It can be a race!"

Shrugging and watching as Sean runs off, Chris quickly follows, though at a slower rate. He wants to win the race, though, and so starts to speed up. Sean has pulled ahead a considerable distance, and before he knows it, he feels his right foot smash through the side of a building, tearing down several levels of the office block. Screams emenate from the collapsing building, but Sean continues to run, grinning all the while.

Chris, too, feels a resistance under his foot. He looks down, but doesn't stop running. He notices a few bodies sprawled out behind him, and then quickly looks forwards again just in time to see a man making his way out of a large building, head down, obviously after a tiring day. Chris immediately has an evil thought.

The guy had just lost his job, so yeah, it was a bad day for him. As he began to walk down the street, he became aware of a loud stomping sound. He turned round, and his eyes were immediately drawn upwards. A massive shadow and the white sole of a trainer rose up above him. His eyes widened as he saw the foot descend with crushing force.

Chris felt the man's body collapse under his heel, and added a grind in just to make sure. He grinned, lifting his foot and looking down at the smeared remains of the man.

"Ah, well - at least it was the last shit day you'll ever have." He chucked at his own joke, and spat down onto the bloodied spot, smearing the spit and remains together as one final insult. He then continued on.

Sean has done his share of killing, too. He smashed the toe of his stinking Nike into a coach while he was running, and watched as the driver was smashed into the wall behind him. The bus went flying, slamming into a building as it did. Sean couldn't help but grin as he saw people fall from the building's lowest floor, still alive, only to then get stomped into the floor by Sean's massive trainers.

It took a while, but eventually Sean arrives back at the clearing where the building once stood. He's panting quite heavily, but since he's extremely used to running, his heart rate quickly decreased. His feet, however, noticeably stunk more now. They're sweaty, yes, but the fact that the faint smell of feet reaches him while his feet are so far below him, AND covered by a pair of shoes and socks, tells him that he's just about ready to have some real fun. He slips off his shoes, then his socks, bringing them up to his face and giving them a sniff.

"Holy shit, they stink!" he exclaims, with a mix of pride and disgust.

At that moment, Chris arrives, sweating up a storm. Chris is a fit guy, but he certainly isn't used to running large distances. He's puffed out, and decides to sprawl out in the clearing. He shoots Sean a venomous look, and asks "Why the heck did we have to run? I'm tired, and my feet are really sweaty right now..."

Truth be told, Chris didn't care that much. He had really gotten off on crushing all those people and their precious houses. Unfortunately for him, this excitement had decided to show itself. Sean glances down at Chris, who’s laying out spread eagle, and notices a distinct rise in the front of his pants.

A smirk spreads across Sean's face. This would be the perfect opportunity to have some real fun at someone else's expense.

"Hey, so... I won the race." He says, matter-of-factly. He steps forwards, standing directly between Chris' legs.

"Guess what that means..."

Sean then proceeds to...