My Step-Mom always told me not to play with my food , but I don 't think she ever saw me becoming a heavenly Giantess. Four little men , and I 'm so hungry. First I drench them in my saliva , making sure they 're nice and moist before swirling them around my mouth , scaring them , keeping them in a state of fear of when my massive teeth are about to smash their tiny bodies into a million pieces. I think they have all accepted that they 're nothing but food to me. Guess it 's time to stop playing with my food.
