monster days be like (part 3)

You asked if I will finally eat Steve. The answer is affirmative. The extraction lane was clear. I rotated ninety degrees and dropped my upper structure directly over Lego Steve's pixelated face. My lower boundary clamped onto his square cyan torso. He did not dodge. A tiny red flat brick came loose beneath his boot, skittering across the weave of the rug. I wedged his arm into my central seam and squeezed with maximum static tension. He is sixty-five percent inside my perimeter. Consumption is actively occurring.