No matter how hard you pulled on the door, it wouldn’t budge. Several minutes of it only resulted in sore shoulders. Finally, maybe a half hour later, a noise came from outside. Rushing the door and violently hammering on it you screamed “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!!”
“These playthings are so funny!” Said a disembodied voice that penetrated the walls.
And then there was a creaking noise from above. Instead of the door opening, deeply shocking was that the cell’s roof went up on a hinge. All you could do gasp “Giant fingers?!”
“Hi there little Earthie plaything.” Said the huge grinning face.
You fled to the farthest corner of the cell and cowered fearfully exclaiming “OhMyGod! A giant…”
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