"Yeah, I'll just be a minute," you say over the phone to Megan's friend Marissa. "I've just got this bug to get rid of. Talk to you soon." You hang up and look down at the tiny Megan as an evil smirk comes across your face. "Looks like it's the end of the road for you," you say. "You always were a sniveling little bug, and now you're going to get flushed down the toilet just like one." You pick her up deftly in between your index and forefinger and parade into the bathroom, your hips shimmying from side to side.
You lift the toilet seat up, hold Megan over for just long enough that she has time to look down, and let her go. The drop must be fifty or sixty feet at her size, and she plummets into the toilet water below. A few seconds later, she comes up for air, gasping and staring up at you in shock. She's probably freezing too.
"STOP! PLEASE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" she screams as she treads water. "YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!"
You continue to smile. "Wow, Megan," you say. "For the first time in your life, you've actually figured something out. Congratulations. Now it's time for the fate you deserve."
You put your hand on the handle and pause. You're absolutely going to flush Megan away and out of her own life so you can take over. But this moment is just too good: you love seeing Megan, tiny as a bug, frantically grasping to stay afloat inside her own toilet. You wonder if you should sit down and pee on her. It's the perfect way to humiliate Megan before you remove her from the world forever, and it'd be weird to try out what that's like as a chick. It's tempting.
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