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"Why can't you just let us take it?! She's never gonna miss a single strawberry but it'll make a difference for our colony. Please!" the designated leader of the micro group pleaded to the relatively giant maid standing above them.

"I can't, this isn't right. You can't just steal my Mistress' food. She works hard. That's why she's where she is and you are where you are. You just expect to come in and get things for free without any consequences." the maid replied sternly, annoyed at the micros' remark.

"You think she works more than us? Harder than us?! As we try to survive in this fucking world? We're all doing so much to get by. What is she doing to deserve so much more? I'll tell you! She bosses people while they do things for her. Nothing more." the micro leader snapped back, desperately trying to convince the maid standing between them and their bounty.

"Her work is very important. But you wouldn't know anything about that considering you're micros. Only slackers and freeloaders got shrunk that small. Apparently, it didn't do enough to make you realize how wrong you all are. You're still moaning about life being unfair, when you could have started working hard and be rewarded for it a long time ago. But no, that was also too hard I imagine." the maid continued, remembering all the times she heard her Mistress mention micros to her and how useless to society they were - before and after the law passed.

"Continue to be a good lapdog for your perfect mistress and believe all the titans' bullshit. In the meantime, we're taking this strawberry whether you like it or not." replied the micro leader, angered and frustrated by how convinced the maid seemed to be by the words she spoke.

They expected her to react. Perhaps raise her voice or tap her giant foot in anger. Instead, the micros were surprised to see her giggle to herself.

"Is that so? Perhaps you should get a move on then, rather than losing your time arguing with me. Because that noise outside was my Mistress' car arriving. I'm afraid she's a lot less patient than I am with tiny worthless things like you." the maid explained as the door in the distant entrance hall opened.

"Clara? Didn't I teach you to be at the door when I come back?" a thunderous and commanding voice spoke in the distance.

"I'm here Miss Underwood. I just caught a group of micros. I think you should come see..." Clara replied, her voice rising 2 octaves as she addressed her Mistress. She gave a victorious look at the rebellious micro leader as she spoke.

Struck by fear, the micros froze in place, waiting for an order from their leader. As the clicking sound of the titaness' stiletto grew, panic settled in the group and most started to flee, desperately hoping to save their lives. In only five steps, the titaness had  closed the miles long gap that separated the entrance hall to the kitchen. Without a word, her red sole slammed down on the micro leaders still frozen in fear, instantly pulverizing them.

"Good girl, Clara. It seems these bugs will never learn their place..." Miss Underwood's sultry voice echoed - giving Clara all the validation she needed to know that indeed, she was right.

Warren Buffet said: “There’s class warfare, all right. But it’s my class, the rich class, that’s making war, and we’re winning.”

As scary as it is in the real world, I feel like it does make for a good dystopic scenario where wealth is associated with size. I know - a law passed by the powerful, in the interest of the powerful is a craaaaaaazy scenario, but just imagine! Perhaps the creation of the shrink ray can wait a bit huh :D

This originally was a simple test of Destroy For Daz by GiantessTina. However, it seems I still can't leave well enough alone and worked on this piece till I couldn't stand looking at it anymore. So, I hope you enjoy it! :)