There are times when your feet are generous; and when they are not, they become ruthless, arrogant and selfish. Just ask its closest friend, the sock twins. The sock twins are like personal butlers. Not much of an occupation, but an occupation none the less.
As it serves its master to prevent odor, sweat, provide protection, softness, ultimate comfort and fit, the feet will snarl and grouch, pushing and grinding the poor butlers until they break holes.
Then god will reach its hand down and pick up the sock twins. God will take pity, or sometimes make a disgusting face due to the ill stink, and see that the sock twins are a formidable pair, because they fight for their lives to stay knitted together and serve its master, no matter the situation. But when the sock can no longer do their job, and their last breath is done, god will finally pass judgment and throw them away.
The End.
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