You snuck into my house thinking you could hide… but I always know when there’s a tiny little man crawling around my domain. One misstep… and CRUNCH. That was your friends. Oopsie… or should I say… breakfast served? Now you’re the last one left. Shaking. Trembling. Cowering like a snack-sized appetizer. But I can smell your fear. And honestly? It makes me hungry. You watch from the floor as I tease and torment you all about how I'm going to enjoy swallowing you alive, feeling you wriggling all the way down into my stomach. You'll be digested and will remain as part of my fat forever and ever! Then I give you some close-up mouth action — you see every chew. Every flick of my tongue as I savor your comrades. I moan like they’re gourmet treats… because to me? That's what tinies are. And then it's your turn to take a tour of my digestive system. No struggle. No escape. Just me swallowing you whole, feeling you slide down into my belly — where you’ll stay forever… a tiny prisoner in my gut. Are you brave (or stupid) enough to sneak into my house again?
