I'm sick of your shenanigans in my house. You're always racing cars and running rampant. I thought at first it would be fun to have tiny men who worshipped me in my home. However, it has proven to not be the case. Messes everywhere. Racing in the living room is the last straw. I scold all of you and then ponder what to do. Then, I figure it out I'll crush you and your little cars