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The moment you walk in pretending you are here to fix something, we notice it right away. You aren’t looking at the tools or the repairs. You’re staring at our feet every chance you get, and you look gross doing it. Dizzy and I look at each other because it is so obvious you’re being a total creep. So we call you out. I tell you we see exactly where your eyes keep going, and Dizzy laughs at how bad you are at hiding it. Since you want to stare so badly, we make you look. We step in closer, shove our feet right into your space, and humiliate you while you get more and more flustered. You stand there shaking while we mock the way you look, the way you breathe, the way you fall apart just being near our feet. By the time we finish teasing you, you’re a mess. We tell you, you’re done, you can leave, and you can take all that embarrassment with you. Because the only thing you actually fixed today was proving just how pathetic you are around our feet.