Look! It’s a tiny, pathetic, beta boy. A short little loser that will never be on my level, only below me groveling by my feet and worshipping from below. Kiss my feet and taste the ground that I walk on, tiny human. You’d love it if I squashed you with my pretty, giantess feet. Get down and beg to be flattened out, squished to smithereens. Your last sight will be the gorgeous view from below a superior giantess, waiting for the privilege of being crushed under my weight.