I am sitting at my desk, tapping my fingers while obviously bored until I look down and discover a tiny man. I wonder aloud at how and why he is there. After discovering that he must have been drawn in by my long fingers tapping on the wood, I decide to make the most of my new plaything. While explaining that he will be my little hand pet from now on, I pick him up and toy with him in various ways: tapping my fingers above him, sandwiching him between my palms, squeezing him in my hand and rubbing my fingers over him, explaining that there is no escaping me and he is mine now. I quite obviously enjoy playing with my new toy, whether he likes it or not. Clean audio