I’m the 50 ft tall goddess that’s about to crush you under her pretty stiletto… (that is, if you’re lucky).
Now don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t always such a mean and nasty girl; I was actually rather sweet before my sisters and I had our little “accident”.
However, now for some reason even my teensiest little temper tantrum can fuck with the richter scale – whoopsie, perhaps it’s not too smart to piss off a woman that’s well, almost 10 times your size.
Of course, I don’t completely hate you little, skittering men beneath my heels. Sometimes you tiny men can be good for well, certain things. Remember, I’m still a woman, and I still love to cuddle, even if it’s at the expense of you. And believe me, I love to be pampered- whether it takes an army of slaves to do it or not!
Well, anyway, until I find my 50 ft dream man, you little ants are all I’ve got – and you really have no choice in the matter now, do you?
So, be good little insects, worship me like a Goddess and do whatever I tell you, or I might get angry… and we both know what happens when I get angry.
