I don't judge you by your desires. I will definitely make you feel fulfilled about them. The moment you are in front of me my feet will crush you and in the sequence my toes will take you to my mouth. My hot breath will ruffle your hair while things will be drool wet until… my teeth will tear you in half, and then into several small pieces. Just as I don't judge, I don't pity. I just grant wishes. Isn't that what you wanted? Now your pieces will go down my throat and then reach my stomach. There had begun his transformation from a small, imbecile little man to scum. Its journey started at my feet, passed through my mouth, paused in my stomach and will end in the city sewer. We might call this story "the adventure of the imbecile little man".