The downright HUGE hand comes straight at you ang grabs you.
"AH NO I DON'T WANT TO BE LUNCH!" you say as you tremble in terror in the palm of the giant boy. So whats up short stuff, look I'm hungry, your food, but my mom packed a lunch for me already.
"So you arn't going to nom me?" you say wiping tears off eyes as you smile hopefully.
"Well you know what I'll make you a deal. I won't eat you, if you agree to by my personnel slave... that dosen't sound to... FOREVER. And if i don't?
Then I'll have a healthy serving of tiny girl in my lunch.
you gulp uaa... thats a nice offer but what kind of slave?
The boy thinks for a moulment well... uaa... you know I haven't actually thought that far, i'll tell you when we get home that is if you say yes.
you say shakingly "So it's that or be lunch, isn't there a theird choise."
The boy says bluntly "No"
you gulp and say too yourself "so it's either slavery or digestion I don't know whats wrose."
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