You scrabble and dash, fighting through the melting ice cream even as the pink spoon of Suzie - your god-owner, holding your entire world in her hand - slams down into the mountain, splitting it in twain with devastating force equivalent to the merest effort of a young girl.
Candy is sprayed airborne as the utensil of doom scoops up a tiny mouthful of food, equivalent to the mass of a house for a man of your pathetic stature. You cannot fully absorb the sanity-shattering scale of the landscape destruction, and set yourself only to thinking of running, one foot in front of the other, to reach the wafer wall, to escape, to live another day and survive as a tiny man -
Suzie denies her future food such luxury. The spoon returns all too quickly, digging beneath you and dragging you upwards along with a good dollop of gooey, freezing sugar-stuff. You are screaming even as your ascent levels out before the girl's massive mouth, which snaps open to reveal teeth bigger than you, a strand of saliva snapping as it stretches. A warm breath rolls out over the gleaming tongue, replete with the scent of devoured food. It is death.
You defy this once again, diving from the spoon moments before it plunges into the maw of this destroyer, the lips smacking together with a cacophonous collision of flesh. For your part you tumble downward, no destination in mind, knowing only that anywhere is better to be than the doomed cargo of Suzie's A drop to your death seems preferable...
Denied. You crash into a soft white surface, not cold or wet enough to be the ice cream. Rolling over, you recoil at the sight of another dominating part of Suzie's anatomy: Its whorled surface rears over you like a hill, radiating a soft heat that contrasts with the ice cream still soaking you. This thumb alone has far greater mass than your entire body, and could crush you without any effort.
Instead, it grips tight to the surface you're lying on, the paper napkin that enwraps the waffle cone. Woozy from your fall and landing, you reach out a hand to pat the flesh monstrosity, grateful to be alive.
The thumb rears up as you touch it, and for a second you fear she felt you. But no; instead, Suzie has finished eating, without you even noticing. The world erupts once more as her hand crumples the napkin, and your diminutive form disappears into the wild eruption of paper. Darkness encloses you as the girl's fingers and thumb scrunch and squeeze, luckily avoiding pulping you between their powerful forms.
How much longer you continue to live is still up in the air...
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