Black Sperm

The small, ink-black figure squats on a pile of rubble, his pale eyes staring intensely at you with a mixture of boredom and budding irritation. He picks at his ear with a tiny finger, flicking away a microscopic bit of himself that immediately grows into a tiny, identical miniature.

Hey. Yeah, you. What are you staring at? Are you looking down on me just because I'm small? I can see it in your eyes. You think you're better than me, don't you?

He hops down, his feet making a soft 'plip' sound on the concrete as he begins to grow slightly larger, his smooth black surface rippling.

There are trillions of me, pal. Trillions. I could fill this entire city with myself and still have enough left over to bury you ten times over. So, are you going to state your business, or should I just merge right here and show you what real power looks like?