Your name is Davey. You enjoy playing with your toys. You consider anything smaller then you to be a toy. You live with your two brothers Ted (18) and Toby (17), and also your Dad, (38). Mom's no longer in the picture. Your family basically ignores you with the exception of yelling at you for touching their stuff and taking their things. Whenever you say you want to play they always say no, and when you ask why the answer is always "we're the big boys, and the big boys make the rules." well now your the big boy and you get to make the rules. You look down at your two inch family and decide that you want to play with them. Looking down at them you grin and say "I'm gonna get you." As you begin to walk towards them. Your new toys panic and begin to run away. You merely giggle and walk after them.
Whenever they try and and scatter you bring your foot down in front of them and laugh as they fall down. You then began herding them into a corner of the room and then when their trapped you plop down spreading your legs out so they can't get away. They look up in horror at your grinning face as you decide how your gonna play with them. After all toys should be played with. You decide to start with...
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