since they are so tiny it takes no time at all for you to carefully pluck them one by one off the ground and onto a table in the kitchen. They kick and squirm in your hand as you bring the last tinies to the table and it feels like worms wiggling around in your hand. “Ok there you go little bugs, now what will I do with you guys?” She asks herself. You are thinking this while he tinies are yelling at you and trying to find a way off the table. You then remember that your boots are really dirty so you get the idea that you are gonna make them clean your boots. You then grab 2 tinies and place them on the ground but to a view where the rest of the tinies can see. You then slam your boots on the ground and then put them on. “Ok little tinies, if you wanna keep your little pathetic, unimportant lives for a day longer, than you are gonna clean the underside of my boots with your tongues, if you don’t you will be the next bug plastered to them when I crush you and then another will have to clean you off, now get to it” you say with a smirk across your face.
the tinies start to shiver in disgust and they get started. minute by minute they continuously lick pieces of mud and bug guts off the underside of your massive boot, proceeding to swallow them and to scrap more of it. “Ok tinies, that’s it, time for me to see how you did” you say with a questioned look.
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