Gym Team Nylon Footjob

Blood, sweat, and tears.

And you're from America too. Don't you want to give us a high score?

Yeah, whose side are you on anyway?

You cost us the medal, you son of a bitch.

Change our score.

Change our score.

Change our score.

Five.

I want a ten.

Five? No!

What?

What did you say?

Alright, seven.

Seven?

That's not going to get us the title.

Good enough.

What do you think we are? Russia?

We're Americans for Christ's sake. We deserve tens.

I think this makes him a terrorist. I think this officially makes him a terrorist.

You know there's places for people like you.

Change it.

Oh God, your feet smell.

Yeah, I know they smell. You know why?

You've been competing all day in them.

This is what you get.

Crusting our asses.

No eating, no ********, no drinking, anything but water and deodorant.

Everybody else gave us a perfect score but you. I think you just don't like us.

Change our score.

Alright, I'll give you a six.

Change our score.

It went down. You offered a seven before.

Somebody shoved their foot in his mouth. I'm not happy with him right now.

Oh, but you know what? Here, let's give both of our feet a chance.

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