"Hehe, there's plenty of things of things to do here, that's for sure. Think I'll save this little guy for later." Smiling at Eric as he holds him in front of his face, he stands up to his full height, where you can barely even see his face miles above, and uses one hand to open the pocket of his shorts and the other to drop Eric down into it. "Hope you don't mind going for a ride, little guy." Your emotions start to surge as this teen appears to be treating your kind as if you were nothing more than little wild animals that he has the right to remove from their environment at his leisure.
You feel that you have to do something -- maybe you can reason with this overgrown kid somehow. Having lost his attention on you in order to focus on Eric, you resolve to get the titan's attention while, overhead, the teens converse about how seemingly amazed they are by their current circumstances. You begin by shouting up to him. "Hey, that's my friend. Let him go! You can't just do whatever you want with us! We're human beings!" It's no use; the teen's head is hundreds, if not thousands of meters overhead. He's having a conversation in the sky while you're shouting up from the dirt. You'd have better luck trying to converse with someone in an airplane.
Feeling daring, and alarmed at the possibility that the giants are going to leave with Eric, you leave your backyard and dash into the street, directly in front of the giant's two feet and continue shouting upward. On either side of you are planted the giant's aircraft-carrier sized sneakers. Surrounding them are fissures in the road, the hard surface being no match for his immense weight. You run toward the inner side of his left foot, up by the toe section, reach the white, rubber foam wall that forms the side of the tread. The side of the synthetic monstrosity is rife with huge grass stains, as if he was just running in a field. The chemical-like smell of the rubber is quite potent at this scale. Desperately, you begin to bang your hands on the foam wall, hoping that you can be forceful enough to catch the massive giant's attention; you just pray he doesn't accidentally shuffle his foot while you do this.
"Looks like you have a little fan down by your feet, buddy. Or, maybe a little worshipper? Haha." You look up to see that the thunderous voice belongs to one of the giant's friends.
"Huh?" The giant whose sneaker you were hitting now stares directly down at you and to your terror, frowns sternly. Clearly you weren't strong enough to get his attention on your own. You can't imagine that he would feel your miniscule pounding on the (to you) thick, synthetic, foam wall of his shoe as anything but a slight tingle to be ignored. "Man, they're just like ants. His contemptuous statement hangs in the air and then, to your surprise, the giant's frown loosens and he simply looks forward into the distance. "Hey! Let's go to that city area. Look at all those buildings there!"
"Haha, yea!" His nearby friend replies. "Man, over there we'd be like three Godzillas walking through!"
Without any further ado, the titanic teen above who was mere moments from stepping on you, begins to advance forward. However, not before you discreetly grab a hold of the end of a stray white shoelace that swung by. The girth of the lace alone is so thick that you can't even wrap both your arms around it. You now go for the ride of your life, clinging to the shoelace belonging to the sneaker worn by a massively giant-sized teenager, hoping you can maybe rescue Eric.
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