In a fit of manic rage, she grabbed Milhouse, ripped off his glasses and threw them to the ground. As he screamed about the injustice from her huge hand, she stomped on the glasses savoring the crunch as they shattered beneath her toes. Satisfied that the glasses were crushed to oblivion, she turned her attention to the ant she held in her hand.
"So," she said as Milhouse squirmed. "Should I eat you know or wait until I have enough pets to make a decent snack?"
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