They continue tossing me around and spiking me to the ground laughing all the while at my fate. Finally Steve caught me one final time and held me in his left hand while he wiped his brow with his right. "Whew, man it's getting warm out here. Lets take a break for a bit."
"Good idea. All this tossing around of the ol' Walt-skin is making me tired" Butch laughed along with all the others.
They walked over to the porch and grabbed some drinks Steve still carrying me in one hand and occasionally slamming me into his other hand. Casually just like he would with any other football.
"Hey toss me the ball will ya?" Jimmy said.
Steve slung me underhand to Jimmy who roughly caught me between his hands. He held me to his face and said "Ahh you should do just fine, my feet are killing me." Abruptly I'm dropped to the ground and Jimmy places his left foot on me, rolling me back and forth like a foot massager. "This is the life huh guys? Tossing the ball around, hanging out on the porch. What else should we do with our little "toy"?
Mike slapped his arm and said "I wish we could turn him into bug spray. These flies are killing me. Guess there's not much we can make him do about that though." By now I'm getting a little dizzy being constantly rolled back and forth on the hard ground under Jimmy.
"Wait a minute, who says he can't do anything? I'll be right back." Steve said as he got up and walked back into the house. He then came back out with a rolling pin from the kitchen. From under the table I hear him set it down on the table then suddenly his hand fills my field of vision as he grabs me out from under Jimmy and SLAMS me onto the table. He points the Change remote at me and I can feel myself resuming human form.
Suddenly I find myself able to talk again as my small human form regains itself from the football. "All right guys this is enough! Change me back to normal now!"
"Hey shut up you" Steve says as he forces you flat onto the table with his hand. "Footballs and newspapers don't talk." He keeps you held down with one hand and grabs the rolling pin with his other.
I fearfully speak up, "Newspaper? What the heck are you talking abo-" my voice is cut off as Steve slams the rolling pin onto me and begins rolling me flat, no longer can I speak. Back and forth I'm rolled flat, seeing and hearing nothing but the guys looking down at me and laughing. Steve picks me up and flips me over SLAMMING me back down again as he rolls me out flat another way.
"There, perfect, just like a regular newspaper sheet." Steve says as he points the remote at me and hits "PAUSE". I am now stuck flattened out to the size of an opened newspaper sheet. He grabs my center and folds me longways, and then folds me over again so that I now look like a normal square folded newspaper. But Steve's not done yet, he now picks me up in both of his hands and begins tightly rolling me up with my "face" facing "out" I now fit completely rolled up in his fist. Suddenly without warning I am SMACKED onto the table.
"Lol perfect Steve. I guess we can use him to swat some bugs." Jimmy says and all the others laugh.
Steve smacks me on the table again "Oops, missed that bug there." Again I am lifted and smacked. "Oops missed again guys." I am used as a flat swatter for the entire time they relax on the porch and enjoy some drinks.
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