You've been sneaking around my house for far too long and now I finally caught you, tiny man. I toy with you and taste you and you struggle in my giant clutches. I decide that the best punishment for you would be to cook you alive and make you my snack. I saute you in a pan while I hear your screams of pain. You even try to struggle against the lid of my pan, clutching to life. Too bad you're so tiny and helpless. After I cook you to a crisp, I eat you and feel you slide down my throat into my stomach. You taste so good.