We are going to humiliate you with our feet

Six and a half sometimes.

Well, I'm a big foot compared to you. I'm a seven.

Ooh, I like it.

You know who else likes it?

The roomie.

Our roomie.

He's forever stealing our shoes.

You know, I thought about that.

I was actually going to ask you that.

You did take my shoe last week, didn't you?

I think you definitely did.

I was going to say just my right shoe.

And I didn't think you took them

because they'd be too big on your little tiny feet.

Oh, no, no. It was you.

You like that freaky shoe.

I bet it's like trying to put its feet on there.

It's like, "They're our little wiggly toes."

You like the bottoms?

I know you like the bottoms.

You like it when we crinkle them up?

Let's see.

I bet you like it too.

I bet he wishes he could play with us.

I know. Come on. Get in there closer.

Just look, look, look.

Between my toes.

Spread your toes, Storm.

They smell so good, don't they?

It's like you can smell the designer shoe just coming right off my feet.

It's what I'm hoping. I'm hoping that when I do this, it gets you excited.

Is that perfect?

Imagine my feet.

They're just spread wide waiting for you to come and have your wedding done.

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