Look at you, pathetically dangling by your hands off this ledge. I'm so tired of how disgusting and weak you are. I'm going to have some fun at your expense before you eventually fall to your doom, stomping, squishing and crushing your digits underneath my Birkenstocks. At least you'll be good for some entertainment while I tower above you with my strong legging clad legs. Your feeble fingers are no match for me, even when I take my sandals off and use my sweaty soles and toes on you. I loathe your weakness, and I'll be glad to see you perish. How long do you think you can hang on for you p... Show more