The gigantic man is truly immense. He is holding a jumbo-sized cardboard food container that is printed with the words "fresh mants" and the logo is a silhouette of a foot above a microscopic crowd. From the container come muffled screams but it seems that the giant doesn't care at all.
He's walking towards you, headed for the sofa.
You watch his immense sexy feet rhythmically pounding the floor and you immediately realize something. You are not the only little man. The floor is full of your fellows, running around and hiding from the titan.
The giant lifts his left foot, and you notice that his calloused sole is full of small squashed bodies. Then it lands on a group of about fifteen small people, who are simply erased from existence. One of them was half-trampled, his screaming torso sticking out of his fourth toe the size of a van. But the giant continues his death march, raising his right foot, which immediately rests on two other shrunken men. The left foot lifts, the fourth toe rolls over the half-trampled man, squeezing out his organs and entrails, eyes and brain.
The walk of death is getting closer and closer to you.
You start running, but an immense shadow falls on you. He's about to step on you!
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