Chapter Fifty-Seven: Tiny Hands
A CM Punk Story
A/N: I WIN AGAIN! HA HA HA-HA HA.
I hate CM Punk so freaking bad. He sucks. :D
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Two men were playing football in a yard. They went by the names of Kevin Thorn and CM Punk. But for short, he was only called 'Punk'.
"Hey, let's go to Burger King and take a five minute food break." Kevin suggested.
Punk looked back at the resturant that was across the street, then back at his freind.
"Ah, I don't t hink so. I got these tiny hands..." Punk took out his hands from his hoodie. "...And their Whopper is so big...It'll make them even tinier."
"Well," Kevin spoke. "I can hold it for ya."
Punk looked Kevin with some hope.