Leaked

The weeks and months of recovering their rep was long and strenuous and a lot of profits went towards socks for photoshoots along with scenery props and road trips for sandy beach photos, but they got most of it covered up with the next year, and by then the temptress Mal had brought more weed and tempted fate over and over until one day the temptation was too great, but as Scarlet was reaching for a joint Mal smiled, sat a feather upon the table, she then twirled a medallion and giggled.

Scarlet woke up the next day, and was suspicious, their sides ached and something was amiss. Walking to the store they saw what was wrong now, all around were places with an image on the front page of every billboard which had previously held ads such as Viagra, Teletubbies, and Progressive car insurance. The scowl on their face was so big that one might expect them to just let their jaw hit the pavement in shock. They swore vengeance on Mal, who was buying some dope from a dealer with a suspiciously larger than normal wad of cash, one that made Scarlet suspect the lady was responsible for such a wide supply of leaked foot material. The fact their feet made the news once more causes grate facepalmage and a loud sigh.

Oddly enough the foot fappers that lurked and longed for Scarlet's material had increased as opposed to dwindled, what the hell were they doing, reproducing by the dozen daily? Last they'd counted there was only two or three million, now there was. . . fuck it, math was never Scarlet's strong point. They stalked Mal, murderous intent on their mind, but to no avail, friendship and weed were truly the strongest magic around.