Ice opened his eyes, looking around the field he fell asleep in. He felt something tickling him down lower, someplace where nothing SHOULD be. He looked down, expecting somebody to be sitting there...
and dear god there's an entire empire of ants on his crotch
wait i think one of them has a gun
"DOH JEEZUS CHRIST GET OFF ME WHY'RE YOU EVEN HERE" Ice shrieked, brushing the ants off.
That failed horribly, as they started raiding his gloves. And by that, I mean the ants tugged off his gloves and used them as cover of their ant armada.
"When I said get off me, I meant leave my gloves here. Jerks." Ice rolled his eyes, huffing through his nose.
The ants all flipped him off with 4 arms as they left, a tiny ant skittering after the rest of the ants.
"Wait, was that smaller ant looking at my ass?!"
END