The door slams open and a tank-top wearing giant enters. He gasps slightly, though slightly in Nick's case means deafening.
Nick runs to the bathroom corner, but hesitates. For one, crossing all the slimy valleys between the floortiles proves too much of a hastle and might restrict greatly his escape. For another, he might know this person. Thus recognizing him he can thus somehow contact him for help.
Nick stares as the giant shuts the door and heads for the toilet. The floor bends and quakes as the sandaled jock walks with a low but persistant pace.
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