Revenge is Feet!

"HEHEHE!"

You are awakened by a tickle on your feet, and find yourself in a vertical position, unable to move. Opening your eyes, you find yourself duct-taped to the sole of the still sleeping Fatima's huge foot.

"Phew, her feet smell like they haven't been washed while she was in the bottle!" you gasp.

"Well ya won't have to put up with it for long!" laughs the pyrot captain "When she gets up, you'll be crushed underfoot, pyrot killer!"

"No!" you gasp. "FATIMA! I'M ON YOUR FOOT! THE PYROTS!"

"Shout all yer want, we stuffed 'er ears with seaweed. And she'll be punished too, when she finds she's killed the boy she's meant to be serving!"

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