Examining the mosaic of cities, mountains, rivers, forests, and towns that make up the landscape of planet Earth, Pharynx was looking for a region of the planet with a fairly large number of humans to harvest. He had in mind using a fairly efficient yet simple method, which he called: sandwich feet. Pharynx’s eyes, reflecting his cold and purely pragmatic mindset, fell on a very juicy place on the planet in of the number of humans and its large cities. He crouched down and sharpened his vision to inspect it with scrutiny. There isn’t much green, really. Much of the region is covered by a dark gray carpet of cities and towns, connected by a vine of black lines, a highway. Its microscopic inhabitants scream at the top of their lungs in terror before Pharynx’s gaze, who sees them as simple microorganisms about to be harvested. Pharynx sketched a small smile.

“Well, this might help.”

With a careless and inconsiderate movement, Pharynx sat down. His rear fell like a meteorite to the ground, the weight crushing a vast mountain range that was reduced to brown dust, staining his jeans. Next, Pharynx arranged his feet, two large structures of extremely hard skin composed of chitin and with perfectly rounded, plump toes. He placed each foot at one end of the region; Pharynx wanted to make sure the entire place was reduced to absolute nothingness. The soles of his feet, to the helpless humans, appeared to be large, endless walls of dark cyan, with calluses, wrinkles, and folds comparable to canyons on an alien world. Each movement was accompanied by earthquakes that cracked the Earth, the screams of the humans drowned out by Pharynx’s moving feet. Even if Pharynx could hear them, he wouldn’t pay attention; humans were simply a valuable and abundant resource, too abundant. Reducing their population a little never hurts to maintain the natural balance.

Pharynx surveyed the region, surrounded by his enormous feet. Before putting an end to the existence of hundreds of millions of humans in a very practical move, he decided to boast of his authority and dominance over the small creatures with his divine power.

“Well, it’s time to clean up this mess you call ‘civilization’… ha, how ridiculous,” he said in a sarcastic, booming tone.

Pharynx’s voice, a deep echo that was heard even on the other side of the planet, bursting eardrums and breaking windows, cracking structures.

Military forces launched desperate action, launching projectiles, missiles, and nuclear and atomic bombs. None of this was successful in attacking a giant that stands well over 1,000 kilometers tall; only tiny flashes of light were seen hitting the bottom of Pharynx’s soles.

“Pathetic,” Pharynx muttered.

Without further ado, Pharynx began to close his feet in unison. The earth rumbled, as if screaming in a painful and sincere agony that turned out to be torturous. The earth was pushed by the force exerted by the feet of the alien giant, the dark brown mound, surrounded by a dense cloud of dust in the air, pulverizing the countless cities. The humans ran uselessly to save their worthless lives in the eyes of Pharynx, but they would be reached by the monumental feet of the genocidal giant. The speed with which the humans ran was nothing short of absurdly slow compared to that of Pharynx dragging his feet due to the overwhelming size difference.

As the feet closed in, humans crowded into a space that was increasingly shrinking in a very short period of time. Panic gripped each individual, and the streets were flooded with cries and screams of terror and despair, while the ground beneath them shook violently. As the vast majority of the region’s major cities disappeared, the sunlight was blocked out by one of the feet, plunging the few human remnants into a darkness that foreshadowed the horrific and indescribable fate that awaits the remaining millions, imprisoned by their will between two monumental feet. Seconds later, death claimed them all, without distinction.

Pharynx closed his feet completely, and their soles met. A sound reverberated through the world with an echo. It was as if two land masses, two towering continents, had collided. Pharynx wasn’t finished yet.

The giant began to rub his feet together, the soles of his stomps rubbing against each other. The action was gentle, grinding away the mass of dirt and grime as best he could; the sound was like tectonic plates interacting with each other. Taking the lives of any possible survivors was also on Pharynx’s mind, though the method used was so devastating and deadly that the odds of survival were nil. But he prefers to be safe than sorry. Every crushed human, no matter how small, counts. A moment later, Pharynx opened his feet, exposing his massive soles.

“Perfect, this will do” said Pharynx satisfied with the result.