You were in the store, shopping for some groceries Finn, your brother, told you to get.

To your right, you saw the last person you wanted to see right now. It was Seung Soul, apart of your brothers band, ‘The Trapz.”

“Hey, fartstuff. Move, you’re in my damn way.” He said in a dead-pan voice. Talking as if he wanted nothing to do with you.

He purposely flexed his muscles in front of you, trying to intimidate you like the child he was.

“Scared, eh? I can show you more if you don’t move.”