You climb up onto the top of the pile of nuts and stare up in horror at his hard face. He picks his beer up and takes a swig. His huge Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. He absentmindedly drops his hand into the bowl, blocking all light out from your view in the process. You can only watch as it closes around you slowly.
"Cliff, you sure you don't want a bowl?" You hear Buck ask him with a booming voice.
"Nah. Really. I'm fine." He answers. Cliff's voice seems even louder with your body pressed into his palm.
Sudden vertigo grips you as he lifts his hand upwards towards his mouth. It stops a few inches from it, to your relief. A moment later his fingers maneuver a peanut onto his thumbnail and send it flying through the air. It lands inside of his open mouth and you watch as his stubble covered jaw works towards crunching it into paste. His collar is propped open revealing his hairy chest.
The process continues, gradually eliminating all of the nuts in his palm until only a few remain. What you were dreading finally arrives. He moves the nut that your back is smashed up against onto the top of his thumb and flips it into the air. You watch, eyes wide, as his mouth comes flying closer...
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