Aidan: Colt that’s enough, man! The short dude’s had it!

Colt: What do you mean had it?! Look at him! he’s dying to rub up every inch of it!

Aidan: Dude, that’s messed up. That’s not how you treat the little ones who come to see us!

Colt: You’re right, my bad. Guess I should help him out like the good guy I am. Here, lemme rub him on your...

Aidan: Nahhh, keep those claws away, dude!! He better... he better go at his own pace, alright?!

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Colt: That day started out simple enough, just me and Aidan hanging out, finally putting together some action figures we’d bought a month ago. It’s always fun spending time with him, Aidan’s big on collecting stuff like that, and I kinda got into it too.

He showed up after a basketball game. I would’ve gone, but I was stuck helping Goomer at the rock gallery. We were trying to score those Wasted Titans limited edition shirts, the band was giving them out, and I needed a wall of muscle to make sure I got mine.

Anyway, Aidan came by later. But something was... off. There was this weird smell on him, not bad, just different. When he laid down, I noticed something clinging to his pants. Tiny thing. Looked like one of those little creatures people usually ignore. Bugs, maybe.

I used to step on ‘em without thinking, but Aidan’s always said they’re tougher than they look. That they can actually feel stuff, maybe even understand us somehow.

And this one? The little guy that tagged along with him that day? Yeah...he had some pretty interesting requests.

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Aidan: Look... I swear, it was never my intention to get this little guy away from the others! I mean... apparently they’re even showing up in public now.

Huff... and like that wasn’t enough, I brought this one along to the beast’s lair. Look, I know Colt’s got that whole “personality in hibernation” thing, but... I had no way of knowing this short guy would come with me! Ugh, what a mess.

Colt said the little dude had “interesting” tastes? He should’ve said weird, unpredictable... anything, really. And, like... I don’t even know... okay, fine, you insist, he wanted to rub up against my feet. Yeah, he must be some kind of fanatic... crazy, I mean. I just don’t get why these little things are so obsessed with that! I’ve always tried to respect their space, keep them out of trouble... and then they just put themselves in such a...humiliating position?! I mean ... he didn’t seem embarrassed. They don’t talk much, but you can usually tell a lot from their actions. And, of course, Colt wasn’t helping.

That afternoon, with everything going down, I ended up on watch over the little guy. Honestly, I had no choice. When I kicked off my sneakers to relax after the game, he crawled over to my feet and just... stayed there, rubbing his tiny body against my soles. And it wasn’t brief, I have no idea how long it lasted. Then, after like half an hour, Colt grabbed his phone and started filming my feet! I mean... the little guy!

I told him to stop. I said the little guy couldn’t handle being at my feet that long! But Colt just pressed his thumb on him and rubbed him against my foot! And... yeah, of course I zapped Colt with a little shock. After that... I couldn’t even finish my action figure. Ended up taking it home to put together another day. And the little guy? I brought him back to the court. There's no way I'd keep him if he's so obsessed with my feet...is dangerous.