Ooh, what’s this? A little man in my house. Wonderful. That must mean it’s time for my Christmas feast. Good thing you look like you’ll be a scrumptious one! Hm? What’s that, you tiny thing? You don’t want to be my meal? Well, too bad. If you didn’t intend to serve yourself up as my Christmas feast, then you shouldn’t have snuck into the home of a known man-eater. Now, feel free to wriggle. I like it when my food struggles a bit on the way down...