"Hey!" In the split second it takes for Brady to glance at the floor, the football giant spots you and swoops down to seize you with his big sweaty paw. "I know what you are! You're one of those Celeb Slave Boy thingies, aren't ya?" While Brady's handsome, boyish smile beams down at you, you can barely breathe in the giant's crushing grip. "Heh heh, that's so cool! I've always wanted to own one of you guys."
You struggle to catch a breath as the colossal athlete's vice-like fist squeezes the air out of you. "Mr Quinn!" You gasp, "Sir! I'm not a toy!" *gasp* "I'm an ordinary guy, just like.." *gasp* "..you!"
Brady chuckles light-heartedly at your argument. "Don't be silly, little guy, you're nothing like me." As the giant says this, he lifts his mammoth arm to wipe the sweat glistening on his brow, and you see the indescribable magnitude of thick, veiny muscle that is the man's left bicep.
Brady grins down at you, so tiny in his fist, and you know you'll never be considered 'an ordinary guy' again.
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