Rub her feet? Like Hell! These guys were scum, but they were proud! Perhaps their pride was unwarranted, but they'd pulled of several successful heists in the past.
"Screw you, big bitch!" One of the robbers yelled, causing Mt. Lady's pupils to shrink and her to gain a pretty insane look on her face. "What...did...you...call...me?" She asked dangerously.
"Let's hit the road boys! We'll jack a car!" The group had already started to flee by the time Mt. Lady had asked her question.
Mt. Lady merely lifted her foot and aimed her toes downward, using them like some kind of scoop, she scooted them all back towards her. This of course erased their meager progress...they weren't football stars after all..and this WAS a huge stadium.
"I believe I asked you a question, little man." Mt. Lady had caught the insult-spewing thug and his cohorts in between her big and second toe...her VERY sweaty and odorous toe gap was putting them through the ringer alright.
"B-bitch!" The man grunted, only for the vice-like toes to squeeze him. "Not that...you called me the OTHER b-word!" The titaness boomed.
"B-big-?" One of the other thugs asked from her other toe gaps.
"YES! BIG! Implying that my gorgeous figure and good looks are somehow erased because I'm an all powerful giantess! Implying that I'm FAT?!" Mt. Lady ranted and raved in her ear rattling voice.
The thugs sweatdropped at this narcissistic giant woman.
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