Bob rushed across the room, sprinting as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. He made it to a heavily carpeted area much to his delight. On his tail was an older lady with a short haircut named Margaret. Margaret wore a green shirt, blue jeans and Bushnell wedges. As she stepped the ground shook.
"You won't get away, little vermin." She said,
Bob struggled to run on the carpet and that gave Margaret the advantage she needed. She slammed her foot down on Bob crushing him into the soft carpet. However, due to the softness of the carpet he was able to survive with minimal injuries.
"I'm alive? I'm alive. Look please, you don't have to do this. You don't need to kill me." He pleaded.
"If I don't kill you then every tiny man will think it's okay to just come in here and intrude on my property. I can't allow that." Margaret shot back
"Then crush them."
"You're pathetic."
She then slammed her foot down on him again, the lines in the sole of her shoe became etched on Bob's body, when she lifted her shoe up she would slam it back down on poor old bobby. Each blow leaves Bob gradually more injured.
After the thirteenth stomp she just kept her foot there and twisted. Under foot, Bob was experiencing the most excruciating pain imaginable. It was all dark and her foot, which weighed about as much as a cargo ship from his perspective, was crushing him. Only thing keeping him from being a stain was the carpet cushioning the blow.
As she turned, the ridges in her soles began to slash his flesh off skinning him alive.
"Ah!" He screamed.
"Still alive." Margaret commented.
To pick her foot up about six inches before slamming it back down. This time she just held her foot there mashing down with all her might.
"I'll make a shoefuck out of you. I promise you that." Margaret said.
From the window behind her she heard a slight buzzing sound. She took her foot off of Bob and turned around to see a stink bug flying around on her window.
She looked down at Bob and said,
"Hang on just one second." She turned around and walked over to that window. Upon seeing the stink bug she got a magazine and rolled it up and smacked the creature. He too landed on the carpet. This time she kicked the unconscious bug onto the hardwood floor. She then stepped on the bug creating an audible crunch and flattening the poor defenseless creature. After finishing off the bug she returned to Bob and towered over him.
"God bless you for being so patient. Now I'll finish you off right quick hon." She said
She then lifted her foot then slammed it down, she then repeated this motion seven or eight times before slamming her foot down one last time and twisting a few times.
"There's no way you're alive." She said
She gazed down on his corpse to see it motionless. She grabbed his tiny body then threw it in the trash.
"That takes care of that."