Without a care for the seemingly miniscule member of the tabloids, Tom plucks his sock from the floor. You fall down a lengthy tunnel before falling at the bottom of the cloth pit. You shove aside traces of skin flakes and toe hairs, trying to stand the smell. Looking up, Tom's foot follows like a bulldozer down your cloth prison. His toes work deeper and deeper until you find yourself trapped between his big toe and second toe. Then he slips on the second sock and starts walking. You get bounced around, shocked by the sound and motion of his foot hitting the ground.
Suddenly you can vaguely hear Tom talking to someone over the phone. He must be planning to visit one of his celebrity friends somewhere. And before he leaves, he slips on a pair of...
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