You are of a race of tiny aliens the size of ants. What you lack in size, your species more than makes up for in intelligence and technology. You and a team of others were sent to Earth to survey the planet and hopefully plant the seeds of an invasion...

You and your team land your tiny spaceship inside a random home, thinking it's a shelter from the elements, unaware that it belongs to someone. Earth would be easy for your species to take over; despite being tiny, your kind can slip inside technology and alter and improve its properties, giving it far more power than humanity can engineer... but the woman who lives in the home arrives, exhausted and sweaty after an intense workout at the gym. She notices you, your team and your spaceship, and quickly deduces that you guys don't look exactly human...

SMASH! She stomps on your spaceship with her sweaty, socked feet, crushing it into smithereens and destroying it. That ship was your only way of communicating and going back to your home planet! But she's still not done... as you and your team run away for cover, she crushes them all, one by one, enjoying their pathetic tiny squeals and screams under her goddess feet. You're the last one standing, but she traps you. In front of you is her, behind you is a wall, there's no where to run...

Since you're the last one standing, she decides to question you. "Hey tiny! What're you doing in my house? Are you even human? Tell me everything I want to know or else you'll end up like your little friends under my feet. I might even let you live if I'm satisfied with your answers. And I'll be reporting this to the FBI, CIA, all of the government agencies, so don't even think about running."