What a lucky coincidence to find you in my kitchen cabinet after a particularly busy day! I’ve been rushing around all day, forgetting to eat, and then to find you here… I’m starving. And nobody would notice if you’re gone, anyway. I mean, why would a shrunken little man end up in my kitchen unless he wanted to be eaten? It’s like you want this. Don’t worry, your fear makes you taste better. I can’t wait to taste you in my mouth, rolling you around with my tongue, feeling you go down my throat…and digesting you until you’re nothing but the excrement my body leaves behind. Nothing but tiny, nasty, leftovers…
