I'm touching up my makeup when I turn around and spot a little man on my vanity! He's so teeny tiny I can barely see him even as I hold him on the tip of my finger. Tsk tsk, I DO hate to be disturbed... and spied on... it makes me pretty angry, to be honest. So angry, in fact, I decide the only proper punishment will be eating this tiny man alive. I dangle him over my mouth, reveling in his fear. My teeth are bigger than he is! My tongue could crush him with one lick! He's no match for my giant mouth