Too Cramped to Call

As Scott continues to reel from your foot odour, you twist your head, hoping to see someone who can get you out of this tight corner.

Unfortunetly, the house is situated in the middle of nowhere. It could be days before you're discovered.

"Scott, I'm going to call for help!" you say.

"Aboot Tibe!!" groans Scott, twisting his head in an attempt to extract your big toe.

"HE-cough, splutter!!"

"What habbened?" asks Scott.

"I'm too cramped to call out loud!" you sigh.

"I cab't call out at all wif your toe bunged up by dose!" adds Scott, sadly. "Whad dow?"

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