Liz has arrived home along with her boyfriend and his friends. Only that all of them can fit in her purse. She has shrunk them, captured and put away inisde a jar. Once at home, she describes to her boyfriend how fed up she was about their realtionship and how eager she is to put an end to it. She can leave no witnesses nor evidence of the events that will be taking place between them. By the time the night comes, all of them will remain digested (except one lucky enough to get sentenced by her baresole) inside Liz's body along the Genoese pesto she had them with for lunch. And that wo...

Liz has arrived home along with her boyfriend and his friends. Only that all of them can fit in her purse. She has shrunk them, captured and put away inisde a jar. Once at home, she describes to her boyfriend how fed up she was about their realtionship and how eager she is to put an end to it. She can leave no witnesses nor evidence of the events that will be taking place between them. By the time the night comes, all of them will remain digested (except one lucky enough to get sentenced by her baresole) inside Liz's body along the Genoese pesto she had them with for lunch. And that won't even be the worst part of all. is always the worst part.