Bill coughed and rubbed his eyes which were stung by the could of smoke wafting over his tiny body. The tray was full of ashes and Bill's feet became sooty. Not wanting to anger the giant after just becoming accepted, Bill dutifully walked over to the cigarette and put his arms around the stick. The cigarette was surprisingly heavy to the tiny man and Bill struggled to lift it up. Just as Bill lifted the end up in order to tap in clean, the giant picked it up to take another drag. Bill's arms were still around the cigarette as it was lifted up from the ashtray. The tiny man got the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he shot up to the giant biker's mouth.
The giant pulled in some air through the cigarette and blasted Bill with hot smoke from his nostrils. The giant gently shook the cigarette while Bill was struggling and coughing, causing his new little pet to tumble off into the giant's thick beard. "Not doing a good job so far, little man. Ash could've fallen into my beard, just like you have." Bill clung to the thick hairs, scared of falling from his perch.
The giant chuckled at his pet's predicament. "Maybe it's better if I just leave you in my beard. You're not much good elsewhere. Or maybe I can find another use for you."
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