Finally I've caught you. And shrunk you into a tiny little person. Now you're so weak, so fragile. I could really mess you up. What should I choose to do with you though? Maybe I should keep you right underneath my feet. Have you live in my socks next to my feet while I walk around all day. It will get so sweaty in there. You can live off of that I think. Consume the sweat from my feet. Bathe in it even. And if you get hungry, you can eat all of the jam that gathers in between my toes. You may as well be of use. I torment you for a while longer before I leave you to your fate: to live in my shoes and beneath my feet forever.