Down Underfoot

You're not standing for this! You pull Scott out of your pouch, lay him on the floor and plant your big feet on top of him, pinning his arms and legs. "You're grounded, Scott."

"Pooh!", he says. "Your big feet really pong!"

"Good!", you chuckle, wriggling your toes. "You're trapped down there until you tell me where the device is!"

"Well if I'm trapped, you're trapped, too! You can't go anywhere either!"

"Well, we'll see who gives in first!"

You both remain there for several hours

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

Hours later
Finally...

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