You gather your senses and wipe the dust out of your eyes as you do you stare in disbelief as an army of small 6 inch tall people come charging at you. Standing up you begin to try and stomp them all into oblivion. As you do each one somehow dodges your foot and latches on to your pantsleg. Pretty soon your feet have become so heavy with the masssive pile of little people on them you fall to the floor as they try to pull you away. Luckily for you you slip out of your heels and quickly get back to your feet and as you do the small army turns back around and charges at you again.
This time you side step the little bastards and let watch them crash in a pile. Having disposed of the army you turn around to try and find a way out when suddenly you find the back belt loop of your tight fitting jeans has become hooked on a meat hook. And as you reach back to unhook yourself another battalian of little people press a button which begins lifting you off of your feet. Your heart races as you watch the little people gather under you as you lift into the air. Suddenly you unbutton your jeans and tilt your self forward and unzip the zipper and pour yourself out of your jeans. But freedom comes with a price, you fall into the pit of little people and they catch you. Little hands and feet hit you from every direction and as you try and fend them off yet more little hands begin lifting your pink shirt over your head. The more you try to keep your shirt on the more the little people wear you down.
On your knees you manage to gain a little control when all of a sudden a giant pot clangs off your pretty little head knocking you for a loop and at the same time letting your long blonde hair fall down around you. You're down but not out. Around your throat something begins to tighten and it's a rope that is cutting off your air supply. You begin to twitch violently as they tighten the rope. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a small band of little people moving up your tight flat stomach toward your breasts. You begin to move more and more to try and throw them off but it is too late they have grabbed your bra and aren't letting go. In a last ditch effort you roll over and break free of the rope. Rolling over onto your back you feel a little more natural, looking down your bra is gone! Quickly you dive over at the little freaks as they run with your covering. Sadly you are tripped up by the little hellions and fall on your face. Scratching and clawing you try to grab a nearby table leg to try and get away but looking back you see the little people grabbing for something else: your thong. With one hand you fight them away while holding the table leg with the other. In front of you more of the little demons appear and begin tickling the one arm the is holding on. You begin to lose your grip and turn quickly to conront the ticklers and as you do your thong is pulled off leaving you completely naked. Now extremely scared you try to get up and this time you succeed. Just as you try to make your getaway a small prick like that of a needle touches your neck and your eyes roll back into your head as you fall backwards onto the army of little people who catch you and begin to carry of their beautiful, sleeping, naked captive.