The giant celebrity towering above you is non other than hot English footballer Michael Owen! The Manchester United team are on a North American tour and he's chosen that place to work out! You look up terrified as the giant bends down and spots you. A slick, sly smile appeared on the cute sportsmans face and he beant down to grab you, his huge, warm, musky smelling hands totally engulfing you and lifting you high into the air. "Well what have we here" He cooed, his thick English accent washing over you "A little CBT! We don't have them in England and i've always wanted one for myself..." Before Owen can finish Akon charged into the room. Putting 2 and 2 together Owen quickly covered you with his other fist. It was warm and dark inside and stank of sweat and musk and all you could ehar was the drone of the two giant men.
"Hey man" Said Owen "What's wrong?"
Akon mumbled something, he obviously didn't want to give anything away about having a CBT "Nothing, nothing just...wrong room" He started to walk away.
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