You've stumbled upon MY domain in search of tricks and treats. Little did you know, I'd be the one getting treated. I introduce you to your predecessors, a group of dried, encapsulated men from Halloweens passed. I've been saving them up, they're so small that I want enough to eat at least a snacks worth of tiny men. I consider you for the role of My next dried up mini-man. I notice the twinge of fear enter your eyes. My ambrosia, evoking pure fear in to you. It nourishes Me, makes Me grow. The irony is that your fear of what comes next actually precipitates your end. I harness My magic and summon a shrinking spell that works best when I can internalize all of your fear. I wave My wand and you become smaller which excites Me. The smaller you are, all the more helpless you become. I pontificate upon whether I should save you up with the other mini-men or just take you out where you stand...