I grow to 50 feet tall. I put Ken on my shoulder and walk to find those turds. "Hope you have a strong stomach," I tell Ken, "cause I am going to have a ton of fun with your friends." He tells me that he doesn't think he could hurt anyone, but understands why I want to. He is so handsome at this size. I notice that he is well endowed and fairly muscular - although pretty much no body hair - bummer.
"There they are," points out Ken. I have some devious plans in mind for those guys. I catch up to the running little guys and...
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