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Your little sister Joyce had found the tiny girl in the backyard. Their relationship started of rocky, as most tales with little people and humans, but they quickly became close friends. It was a typical fairytale story about a young girl finding a colony of little people living just by her own home… that was until you walked in on her talking to the pipsqueak.
Joyce screamed and begged and fought with you, but she couldn’t overpower you, and soon the girl was being squeezed in your hand as your sister dropped to the ground, weeping. You tell her that you won’t hurt the little thing as long as she tells you where the rest of them lived. Joyce agreed, and told you about the little stump out in the backyard.
You thanked her, and without further adieu you lifted the girl up to your mouth. Joyce screamed and cried once again, but her efforts were ineffective. The little girl dropped on your tongue as your teeth slammed together, shocking her with fear. You could still hear Joyce weeping in her room as you walked back to your own room, chewing thoroughly.
And it wasn’t long before you had gathered all 5 of the others up and dropped them down the garbage disposal one by one (filming it to show your friends, of course).

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Your little sister Joyce had found the tiny girl in the backyard. Their relationship started of rocky, as most tales with little people and humans, but they quickly became close friends. It was a typical fairytale story about a young girl finding a colony of little people living just by her own home… that was until you walked in on her talking to the pipsqueak.
Joyce screamed and begged and fought with you, but she couldn’t overpower you, and soon the girl was being squeezed in your hand as your sister dropped to the ground, weeping. You tell her that you won’t hurt the little thing as long as she tells you where the rest of them lived. Joyce agreed, and told you about the little stump out in the backyard.
You thanked her, and without further adieu you lifted the girl up to your mouth. Joyce screamed and cried once again, but her efforts were ineffective. The little girl dropped on your tongue as your teeth slammed together, shocking her with fear. You could still hear Joyce weeping in her room as you walked back to your own room, chewing thoroughly.
And it wasn’t long before you had gathered all 5 of the others up and dropped them down the garbage disposal one by one (filming it to show your friends, of course).