“I’m making a run for it!”
“My god man, she’s tearing the place to apart! You’ll never make it!”
“Someone has to warn the others, it may as well be me”
“You’re right, Peters. You’re a braver man than I”
“Alright…I’ll run down the main street, over past the chapel, under her legs, and out the other side. If I make it, I’ll have time to find the rest of them, and send for help. Wish me luck…”
“Good luck, and Godspeed”
“…here goes”
“Oh, and Peters?”
“Yes?”
“…you’re a gentleman…don’t look up”
“Don’t tell me how to live my life, Jackson! RAAAGGHHHH!”
Peters makes a mad dash for it, down the street towards the fifty foot woman, who by now has leveled half the town in a violent rage. As he approaches, zig-zagging and ducking to avoid the falling debris, his pace slows, and he stops right between the colossus woman’s feet. His jaw drops and his eyes widen as his head tilts back, and his back arches.
“…it’s…it’s beautiful…”
And with that, she sees him, and in one fell swoop, kicks him, sending him flying two miles out to sea.
“IT WAS WORth iiiittttt…..”, Peters shouts as his voice fades into the distance.
Jackson, now out of ideas of how to calm the giantress’ raging temper, turns to his remaining companions, who shrug and look at each other, shaking their heads.
“…erm, has anyone tried telling her she should smile more?”, suggests Quigley, a stout, middle aged man.
“Quigley, you son of a bitch, that just might work! Alright, here goes…”
Jackson steels himself, and walks forward. Straightening his tie, he clears his throat.
“ERM…EXCUSE ME? EXCUSE ME MISS…”
