[Custom, no name] The tinies have come to my house to have their “long march”, seeking protection from natural disasters. In exchange for their safety, they’ll be at my service. I quickly put them to work cleaning the sweat from my sandals and massaging my feet. I can barely feel their little fists, though they’re pressing with all their might. I get bored and accidentally drop my foot which angers the tinies. I’m amused by their rage and try to think of another task for them but, because they’re so small, there’s nothing useful they can actually do for me. It’s time to take the bugs out of my house. Tinies are nothing but a liability on the hospitality of giants with nothing to offer in return. I destroy them in all sorts of entertaining ways, squashing them in my armpit, smashing them beneath my feet, clapping them between my palms and sitting on them. Lastly, I eat them alive. I’m 1000 times bigger so they’re completely powerless to stop me and soon they’re all lifeless on the floor. Remembering the tinies I left in my sandal, I make them beg and scream not to be destroyed like the rest. They get exhausted as quickly as I get bored, so I slowly, cruelly put my feet back in my sandals and walk away.