...on the rough leather of your mother's well worn... sandal! Before you can get up the nearby pounding of a giantess's feet knock you down. A shadow eclipses you and you look up to see the towering calves of your mother. "HMMM. WHY DID I LEAVE THESE HERE?" you hear her wonder aloud as she looks down at you. "OH WELL, I GUESS I'LL JUST WALK THEM TO THE DOOR THEN."
You scream in a futile attempt to get her attention, and begin to realize the true scale of your problem. There's no way any of these woman, even your mother, will notice you unless you're directly in front of their eyes.
Above you, a foot the size of a star-destroyer sails into view moving with monumental force and slowness. You scramble back and hit something, its the divider, the one that slips in between her big and second toe. If you stay here your going to get smashed for sure. As the shadow slowly descends you make a decision...
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