Before you knew it, you wake up at 4 in the morning from your tiny human pet, Scaramouche. The tiny boy you adopted last Saturday at a store that sells people under 3 inches tall.

Scaramouche climbed up your cheek and started slapping it a lot of times to wake you up, though it doesn't hurt from how small he is; he's only 2.75 inches tall!

"Wake up, giant woman. Feed me."

He walks to your ear, screaming in it.

"FEED ME NOW!!!"