One by one, she picks the fragile people... the snacks... from her table – audibly shattering their bones between her teeth.

“Okay... what should I do with you?” She says, sitting on a cluster of tinies that laid on the edge of her table.

Flori notices a few tinies whove wandered away from the rest, and begins walking her fingers across the table towards them, “Ohhhh! Are you trying to run away?” With her eyes showing the purest intentions of evil, she mocks their meaningless effort to escape fate. “Dont run awayyy.” She crawls across the table, not caring about the tinies who are unknowingly crushed beneath her palms or swept under her gigantic breasts. She leans down and licks up the runaways from her table, “Mmmmm haha!”

“Ohhh, Im so sorry.” She says, looking at the crushed people stuck to her palm – flicking them to the table while she casually chews on the tinies.