There you are, little speck. I've been looking for you. Well, ONE of you. ANY of you. You're so pathetically small it's hard to spot you. Not like you don't know, with how often I end up stepping on you bugs. Anyway, I come with a gift for you. Yes, a gift. I'm granting you immortality. Why? Because I feel like it. And because it means I can step on you and grind you into the floor, and you'll have no excuse but to keep worshipping me. Isn't that amazing? Aren't you thankful? Am I not a generous god? Prepare yourself bug. I'm going to put your immortality to the test. I will step on you with my bare feet, and I get annoyed when you stick to my soles without permission. But I kinda like feeling you underfoot with every step, so I come up with the perfect solution - you're going inside my sandals. Right under the ball of my foot. Make sure you lick my foot. I don't care how much I'm walking on you. You keep licking, bug, and thank me for letting you.
