It seems like nowadays, tinies can get a job anywhere. Even when it's hard. You got hired to be a makeup artist for a photo shoot that I am a part of. You struggle holding the brushes, contouring my face, I don't understand why they hired you. For you to finish the job. Now that I'm finally working with the photographer, you creep your little body over to take a peek. What a little purv! Trying to catch a peek like that. I get upset until you to leave and push you away with the bottom of my heel.  Continue on with my photoshoot, And there you are creeping back in to get another look. I start to verbally humiliate you. I call you a loser, and a perv. The photographer isn't going to do anything about it so I take matters into my own hands and I kick you really hard in the face. You fall over.  I continue on with my job, And I start to feel bad. I wonder if I kicked you too hard. I try not to let it bother me and I adjust to another position only to discover you were standing right there in the corner the whole time. That's it. I've had enough! I pick you up and tell you I'm about to change your life. I swallow you whole and let my stomach digest you and do the work for us. I began to burp until the photographer to give me a minute. I rub and pat my belly As I burp again and again.