You walk into a desert place, with some mountains and few animals, when you hear a sound of heavy steps, when suddenly a strange figure approaches you, saying this words*:

You know, begin so close to perfect myself... I think I can tell that walking is so... Imperfect for travel, at least I can fly... I think

Female cell says wobble his enormous giant shape, with her Chunk hands sink in her Forearm and feet sink into her legs