The tiny lego man was one out of fifteen that survived the ladybugpocalypse all his friends were to believed to be either dilapidated or deceased. It was only him and his camera he had acquired from a dead lego corpse. He did not mind that he did not have friends. Most of his old friends were incompetent losers. The lego man at least was competent enough to know that you do not touch the ladybugs. The lego man was too depressed to hear the pitter patter of ladybug feet and soon he was touched and turned into a ladybug.
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st of ten things I do on my spare time
