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When I see a bug, I like to terrorise and cast a shadow over it, before slowly standing on it and terrorising its home with my big GIANT linty feet. #macro #sizetwitter #sizedifference #giant tread cleaner zak Mac the Minotaur jakethesmall zzz z JamesVT89 Tiny Toy Foot Guy Si...

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