I’ve stumbled upon the last surviving little man in my house. I thought I had gotten rid of his kind, but like a cockroach there’s always one that somehow finds a way to survive. Cornered with nowhere to go his fate is almost sealed, but I prefer to tease and pay with my victims before I crush them with my giant sneakers. Look how big my feet are compared to your teeny trembling body. It would be so effortless to simply squash you like a bug. I would’ve been disappointed if I did that by accident because then we couldn’t have a little fun before your smashed on the bottom of my dirty sole. ... Show more