Aww, don't be such whiners. Reality is whatever I want it to be, and I wanted to convert the three of you into something more useful. Your atoms went towards a lovely bean bag chair that will last me for years, and I was nice enough to reform the rest into down-scaled versions of your original forms. Hmm? Oh yeah, I also used you to make this croissant. I was feeling peckish, and it only cost you all a few inches.
Now now, I'd watch your language bugs. I'm a literal goddess, I can remake the universe in whatever image I choose, and I can make the lives of you specks a thousand times worse if you keep spoiling my good mood. You should be kowtowing to my soles and begging me for the chance to pamper them, they're the most important feet in all reality after all.
Seriously though, start showing my divine feet some appreciation, or else I'll turn you all into chocolate to follow this snack up. Or I could make you actual insects and you can see how long it takes for someone to squish you...