Having incredible endurance i survive the horrific torture for an unfathomable time. eventually the ants get bored with me and leave. i go back to the now ancient hill and sit next to your remains. My hill.
In a spiderman turn of events, the long awaited transformation from excessive biting from the super ants sees an alien vs predator like spawnation of my past self. With the ultimate strength of atleast a dozen ants, and the psychological mindpower equivalent to a handsome young Einstein I convince you via verbal comm. to surrender the hill.
The super ants genetic code that is now a part of you gives you the unfortunate drive to build elaborate tunnels underground for no apparent reason. while your busy being your super worker ant self i lazily climb back up the hill.
You quickly realise that what I was building wasn't a series of elaborate tunnels but strategic demolition of the underlay of the outmost surface of the hill compromising the structural integrity of the hill resulting in the shedding of the outer layer like an onion. You end up in rubble whilst I stand admiringly in a greek god like pose.
However much you might have enjoyed your stay, it drained you of all your stamina. Your push sent your body over its limit and you immediately pass out. I use a stick to roll you off the hill (you smell like rape and tears) and once again with a bored sigh i claim my prize.