After she grew through the roof of the bar and her growth levels off, she looks at the fleeing crowd. Knowing what she wants to do, she plows her foot through the side of the bar and stands in the street.
Seeing that the crowds are starting to scatter, she decides to take action and follows the biggest crowd. It only takes her a step or two before she steps on the stragglers, feeling them pop against the pavement. She smiles and stifles a moan as she keeps walking, crushing more runners.
"This is fun," she says to herself as she keeps stepping on people without mercy or thought. Indeed, this has already been the most fun she has had in a while and couldn't help but smile at the mass murder coming at her feet.
She looks around and sees many people running and the buildings around her, thinking about her next move.
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