A white-haired old man in a work clothes smoked his last cigarette, dropped it on the ground and stomped it out with his heavy boot, and was ready to begin his job--cleaning tinies. this is a job he had done for a dozen years. he worked so efficiently that not a single tiny could escape under his boot. but of course, sometime if you want to clean up "pests" more effectively, you must first understand them in detail. So he would sometimes take small samples while he was working and take them home, and then he would do whatever he wanted to do with them.

The ground was shaking with his footsteps, and his huge figure gradually enveloped the city built by these shrunken humans. He looked down at his cleanup targets with a smile, and said in a low and hoarse voice. "Well... I think today is the doom of you, little guys."