As Derrick watches the giant god swallowing the last of his goats, he made eye contact with him. A slight smile crosses his face as he leans forwards. Derrick's view gets lessened by the giant's foot but more of his body and suddenly, his hand. Large fingers wrap around him as he runs to escape. With tiny man in hand, he gets carried out of the house and before the brilliant splendor of the mighty giant god.
"Hello, tiny mortal." he says as he opens his palm for Derrick to tumble into its creases. "My name is Rex and this is my kingdom. Who are you?"
"My name is Derrick, I'm a farmer. Or I guess I was. I don't know how I got here and I don't have much of anything now since you ate my goats."
"Those were yours?" Rex smiles with a near shocked expression though from his eyes it appears slightly insincere. "Well, a king like me needs a king-sized meal. And those goats are still in there, tumbling around inside my stomach." He rubs his six pack. "They were delicious going down..."
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