*Custom Request* I have a literal handful of tinies in the palm of my hand. I am so beautiful, and they are so puny and weak. Though, I will admit, they look quite tasty! I encourage them to submit and feed themselves to me. It's not like they can escape my gigantic tongue anyway, so they might as well give in. My hunger grows and I greedily lap them up. What I love most about crowds are the multitudes of squirming movements and the variety of flavors all dancing on my tongue at once. I tease my tiny meals before sending them down my throat with an enormous, loud gulp.
