Bobby heads down the hall trying toward the bathroom. He is trying to be quiet, but his big feet still make soft thuds with every footfall. He's carrying the bottle of ointment and re-reading the label for any clues to a remedy. He grunts as more than half the writing is foreign. But there is an 800 number, maybe he should call that number? He sniffs his hairy armpit and grimaces, maybe he'll call after a shower. He never knew that being hairy also meant being stinky. Or maybe it's just big foot's natural pheromone?'
Bobby drew short and froze at the thought that he may be broadcasting a pheromone to attract female big foots. He blinked, "Nah, just my imagination. Besides there's no such thing as a real big foot -" he paused and added, "Except for me and anyone else who used this stuff." He shook the bottle angrily. Then turned the bathroom knob.
It was locked. Someone else was in the bathroom.
Bobby turned and looked around the empty hallway. Who was in the bathroom? Should he wait and show them what happened? Should he retreat to his bedroom?
Just then the doorknob turned and the door started to swing open...