*Custom Request* My new sandals are enchanting, charming and delicate but looks can be deceiving. They are not gentle footwear where I am wearing them. They are dangerous. Any and all tiny men should be deeply fearful of them. They allow for a perfect view of my feet as I am stomping shrunken men. I make sure to show one tiny man in particular exactly how lethal my sandals can be. Thunderous stomping breaks his bones and his spirit until he is nearly a puddle on the ground. All this vigorous stomping wears me out and makes my feet sweaty. I slip off my sandals and take a sniff. I've only worn them for a short time, and they already smell like my feet. I'm not done with this poor, broken man yet! He needs to take his final breathes inhaling my scent and feeling my bare soles squeeze the last bit of life out of him.
