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I was chatting on the phone with my bestie. Telling her all about my shrunk little man, and hose he escaped his cage. Now roaming my home, right under my feet. We laugh at you and all the different scary things you could run across here being so small. Such terrors. You are transfixed by my raspy voice and laughter until I spot you! You are in trouble, you look so frightened. My shoes worn and dirty hover above you. You are such a pathetic little idiot. Now I torment you and come down ending you when I feel like it.