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I'm just going about my day, pacing back and forth while wearing my Converse sneakers. By the time I notice your tiny pathetic form on my floor, I've already stepped on, and the proof is the tread of my shoes printed on your face and body. Of course - you wanted this. So since you're so keen on being stepped on and stomped like trash, I do exactly that. I walk and stomp on you until you're just a flat pulp with the pattern of my treads embedded in it. And to finish you off I grind you under my sneakers until you're fully stuck to the soles. I then take off my shoes - which I wore barefoot - spare you a bit of spit for your extended stay beneath my footwear, and then walk off.