With a tootsie roll in hand that contained an extra "little" treat, Scott began unwrapping the candy when a segment on the TV screen caught his attention.
"Hey! Guys! Get in here!" Scott yelled.
About half a dozen jocks soon assembled around the television as Sportscenter carried a segment on their team.
The news involved speculation that several members of the team might be facing academic difficulties.
"Damn! How did they find out about that?" Scott shouted.
One of Scott's jock friends turned down the television and asked, "Did you talk to your science professor?"
"No. I went by his lab, but he wasn't there."
"You've got to do something, Scott. If you get kicked off the team..."
"If that dumbass professor was here, I'd get my grade changed...or else!" Scott threatened.
His friends laughed. One teased. "What would you do?" The guy asked. "He's a professor. You can't threaten him. Then you would be in trouble."
••••••
Eric, still confined in Scott's sweaty fist, sweltered in the hot confines of Scott's colossal fingers. He was able to keep up with the conversation.
"I'm here! In your hand!" Eric shouted.
••••••
The airing of his problem on Sportscenter didn't do anything for Scott's mood or his appetite. In disgust, he looked at his half-unwrapped tootsie roll. Eric, trying to free himself of the candy wrapper, poked his head out and saw the giant. He tried to wave and shout.
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