"C-clean them? Uh...with what?" You stare up the building sized soles, each one large enough to shatter a house if she so chose to. Coated in, to her, crumbs of Rubble and disturbing Red stains, not to mention the semi-thick layer of Dirt on them.
"Well, you could put that talkative tongue of yours to work Dumbass" She chuckles, wiggling her toes over your head and sending small bits of dirt tumbling onto you. "And if you manage to get em clean before dinner I might even let you spend the night somewhere OTHER than my boots."
You gulp. This was going to suck to say the least, but trying to tell the colossus before you No was never a good idea...so you do the only thing you could. You walk up to the heel of the colossal foot and take a long, slow lick. The taste is terrible to say the least but you can only help she doesn't actually expect you to complete this impossible task...
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