You are angry looking for your missing pair of flip-flops. You called out to me, your tiny minion to ask me where your pair of flip flops are. Hooked by your beautiful gigantic size, I quickly infuriate you by stumbling in my answers and not being useful enough for your standards. You slam your foot down on me, making sure I got stuck real good to the sole of your foot to use me as a spare to walk on. each step you took, I get squished and squished...