You tear open the box and peer inside. Five handsome little men shelter their eyes at once blinded by the light pouring into their cardboard prison. What at first sounds like chaotic chatter then turns into distinct voices.
Nick: Yo man! What is this?
A.J.: I don't know bro, what do you remember?
Kevin: I was in my dressing room. I was about to put on my socks when this hooded person came though the door.
Brian: Yeah! Me too and they were carrying some sort of box.
Howie: Hey I dunno but maybe he does!
Howie's gaze is upon yours and soon all five of the bite sized little guys follow suit. You examine your little captives with glee. Nick is wearing a tight t-shirt, jeans and a pair of flip flops. Brian is wearing a shirt and shorts with tennis shoes. A.J. is decked out in stylish cowboy boots, black trousers and a white tank top. Kevin's lean lengthy toes curl beneath the boot cut of his brown jeans pant leg, his flannel shirt and t-shirt as he rocks back and forth staring nervously to the heavens and your massive face. All of them are clean shaven. They must have been procured during the early years of their career.
From their perspective your voice booms like thunder.
"Well boys! I don't know where you came from but I have a pretty good idea where you dudes are headed." You exaggerate your eye movements as the little men follow frozen in a fight or flight stance awaiting your next move.
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