(You’re taking a walk and minding your own business, when you suddenly see a giant broccoli stalk that reaches all the way up to the sky! Unable to resist, you climb it and find the castle of a giant! You’re exploring, when suddenly the floor begins to tremble and an enormous stretches around the corner! A deep voice booms:)

Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he ‘live or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!

(What do you do? Run? Hide? Try to talk to him?)