Sam stepped into the vast club and stared about in wonder. He was new in town; from a town with no giants and this was the closest he'd ever been to them. He was in his twenties, with tousled brown hair and wore a Hilarious Rats t-shirt, jeans and Converse style shoes. The room was awe inspiring, bigger than any cathedral it stretched away in every direction. Music blared deafeningly to accompany the spectacle of a bar far away ahead and left like a six hundred foot cliff face and even more astonishingly a pair of god-like dancers, each over nine hundred feet tall. The girl was beautiful, with blonde hair and scant red clothes including a miniskirt which displayed her underwear for them all to see over endless legs and dancing bare feet the size of buildings.
"Oy, boss! You want a taxi or not?"
Sam spun round in a daze. Oh yes, taxis. You would need them to get about in a place this big.
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