Meaty and miniature! That is how I love My tiny men. The ones I dine on exclusively for dinner are selected for their muscle mass and flavor. On My dinner plate, this particular man struggles and begs for mercy as I poke and prod him with My silverware. His terror is delicious! To demonstrate My vicious hunger and to make him even more uncomfortable I drool and drip spit across his helpless body. Fortunately for him I am not in the mood to eat him piece by piece and he is spared being cut up. I grab him off the plate and bring him to My full, pink lips. Devouring him this way is much more fun. I get to see his scared face up close. I savor his flavor before finally gulping him down whole. He struggles a bit but he quickly drops into My belly. As soon as he does I begin craving dessert!