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Ever since Stanley came here he knew one thing, he needed to lock toes with the narrator. He cannot truly understand someone until he's spit on their interlocked feet and stared into their eyes. Little does he know, the narrator can read minds, and he also has great toes.
One day Stanley goes to look at silly silly birds, but he sees something unexpected in his boss's office. It's a strange dilf man with a yellow tie and no shoes. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STRANGER DANGER, he thinks in his head. His toes tingle with fear and he hurls the bucket at the man's head.
He catches the bucket and whispers "Stanley, it ok. I'm narrator." Stanley gasps and smooches him on his lips, his pussy lips. The narrator grins and wiggle his toes. The Stanley knows what he wants and removed his shoes and socks, putting their feet together. They both spit on the feet many times while making eye contact and then make out.
Later the narrator diddles his fiddle, and the bucket watches. The end