Suddenly, the room shakes violently. Your core rattles with the floor. Your heart beats wildly. You should have expected this.
Then a voice echoes in the distance.
"FIE FI FO FUM, I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN AMERICAN. BE HE LIVE OR BE HE DEAD, I'LL EAT HIM ALIVE WITH A SLICE OF BREAD..."
Then comes the giant.
He is an impressive adonis with long hair streaming over his mountainous shoulders. His only clothes is a thin loincloth surrounding his waist and sandals on his feet. His exposed chest bears enormous mounds of flesh. His abs and pecs could support a baseball field, or even, a whole town.
The giant keeps stepping closer, pounding the floor with each footfall. Quickly you decide to break for it and escape the giant's gaze. After all, he'd probably do what he said if he finds you.
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