Nick approaches the giant's left foot and looks up. Towering above him is the thin foam sole of which the jock's bare foot rests. Though thin, to Nick, it is pounded foam sheets that rise towards the horizon.
Jeremy groans. He's not done yet.
This should give Nick plenty of time to climb the foam cliff of Jeremy's flip-flop.
He sticks his hands into the notches of foam of the sandal. Then he reaches for another. Though this is not like rock climbing nor was Nick ever good at it, his actions are sheer desperation.
If Jeremy moves, all this effort would be wasted and worse...if Jeremy walks out while Nick's on the floor, Lord knows what would happen.
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