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Jamie arrives at her detention class to find all her students missing. An empty room, or so she thinks. She stomps angrily across the classroom, totally unaware of the micro-men on the floor, her seat, and on her desk. Pissed off, she picks up her phone and calls Bradley, one of her students. She gives him hassle about not showing up to detention as she sits down, her ass CRUSHING the tiny guy on her seat. She can't hear Bradley, his voice is distant and faint. She slips out of her heels and stands, POUNDING the desk, right near a tiny guy. Her nylon feet boom loudly across the room, towards a desperate Bradley on the floor below. He tries to get her attention but she's oblivious and done listening. She cusses him out before lifting her foot and unwittingly STOMPING Bradley into oblivion! The line goes down. Jamie looks to her phone, shakes her head and sighs, returning to her desk. She starts to correct papers. Two tinies stand by her enormous hand. Meanwhile below, a tiny has climbed onto her nylon foot, trying to get her attention. Jamie gets more and more pissed going through their homework, drawing X's on the papers and calling them fuck-ups. Her mouth parts with realization. “Oh God, again?” she exclaims. Jamie stands up and starts looking to the floor and every surface. Her feet boom past micro-guys, now in hiding. She drops on all fours and starts snatching them down, one by one. “Let me guess” she calls out. “You guys messed with Professor Spectrum, didn't you?” She laughs, clutching a micro-guy up off the floor. “Word of advice...” she says to him with a grin. “...Don't fuck with a microbiologist”. Jamie climbs to her feet. “You guys fucked up big...”. She says, spotting a tiny on the floor trying to run. She lifts her foot and slowly lowers it down onto him. He gets buried and SQUISHED. “...Real big”. Jamie looks down at the mess on her sole then returns to her desk with several tinies in her grasp. She lowers them casually into her SHOES and informs them that the class is dismissed. From their POV we see her nylon feet rise up and descend down onto us into... BLACKNESS. Jamie's feet glide into her shoes and she stands, collecting her things. “Thank you, Professor Spectrum...” she whispers as she exits.
18 classmates are crushed by feet, shoes, and a few by a fist.
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