Whatever you were thinking with this one wasn't worth it in the slightest. You convince yourself that maybe by sheer endurance, at the size of a grain of sand, this woman's entire body without falling or getting crushed. Your terrible mistake only dawns on you after it's too late, and your minuscule body, flying through the air, feels smaller and smaller the closer you get to her feet.

You land with a wet smack onto the insole of the flip-flop right in front of the woman's 3rd and 4th toes. They tower over you, even her littlest toe was large enough to fill a stadium, and the booming sound they make as the shoe hits the ground, ruptures your eardrums after the first step. Burning pain shoots from your deafened ears as you try and run to the toe post on the other side of the flip-flop. Before long her foot will lift again and there was a considerable chance of you getting sucked up underneath her toes in the process. You collapse at the base of the post just as the foot begins to lift again. You can see the revolting, reddened skin of her sole as the gap between her foot and the shoe widens. It's slick with foot sweat and stuck to the footprint are hundreds of grains of dust and hair from her home or the flip-flop itself. You can see literal lakes of sweat forming in the dark craters of her toe prints, which are well embedded into the insole. The unholy stench of feet and rancid flip-flops hits the hardest, however, and being unable to escape its dominance, you start to feel light-headed in a matter of seconds. You hit and kicked the thick, calloused flesh of her second toe to no avail, you were too small to register any sort of feeling.

You can feel your mind drift, starved of clean air, you have to make a decision fast before the power of this stranger's foot makes you pass out. Do you choose to stay here by the toe post or climb onto her toes?