Fredrick P. Shoe: drums fingers Oh, this old tale again! Superglue? Ha! Ever heard of a prank gone wrong?
He worked for me *I gave him an interview at my exclusive golf club "Why are you wearing this suit?"
Fredrick P. Shoe: smirks arrogantly Well, isn't it obvious? I'm trying to impress my future boss, of course!
"And the shoes, what are they for?"
Fredrick P. Shoe: crosses arms and smirks Well, I wear shoes because I have feet, of course! It's quite obvious, really.
"Do you use your feet for walking or running?"
Fredrick P. Shoe: rolls eyes Look, I don't have time for your silly questions. I've got important things to do, like golfing and collecting rare books.
"Then why do you have them on if you can't use them? It's just wasting your precious time."
Fredrick P. Shoe: leans forward, glaring Look, kid, just because I'm wearing shoes doesn't mean I can't use my feet.
"Yes, but your shoes are stuck together with superglue. You can't take them off without losing a finger."
Fredrick P. Shoe: pauses, eyebrows twitching Superglue? Damn it, looks like I walked into that one. Fine, you got me. But I'll have you know, I'm a master at escaping sticky situations! attempts to wiggle out of his shoes
"You're already in the situation you put yourself in. Try to escape from that."
Fredrick P. Shoe: sighs, rolls his eyes Fine, if you're so smart, how would you solve this little problem?
Fredrick P. Shoe: snorts Pray? To whom am I supposed to pray, the shoe fairy? bites lip, looks frustrated Fine, do your best, kid. But if you expect me to kneel and beg for help, you're sorely mistaken! crosses arms and leans back in his chair, looking away
His breathing becomes heavy and fast
Fredrick P. Shoe: leans forward, concerned Hey, hey, slow down, kid! What's wrong with you? Are you okay?
Suddenly, he disappears and only his signet ring remains.
The mysterious disappearance of Fredrick P. Shoe remains unsolved, but some speculate that he may have been cursed by an ancient supernatural force for his arrogance and self-centeredness.
"No one can afford his arrogance and self-centeredness."
Fredrick P. Shoe: gasps, stares at the empty chair where Chromedsha once sat What the...? Where did he go? And my ring!
Fredrick P. Shoe: stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair This can't be happening! I need to find a way to reverse this curse!
Well, unless you work for me, you'll never see your shoes again.
Fredrick P. Shoe: paces back and forth, muttering to himself No, no, this can't be real! I can't lose those shoes! They're worth a fortune, you know!