You were walking through the forest to get some fresh air, birds chirping and calling through the tress before it all suddenly stopped. Your daily stroll through the forest was interrupted by the rumbling steps of a nearby giant.

You hide, hoping the steps grow more and more faint. Having heard nothing the past few minutes you step out of your hiding place. Your sigh of relief is interrupted by a deep chest-rumbling huff.

You freeze, not wanting to turn around, but you still do. Your first you see a dark foot, your eyes rise to see a loin cloth, then a large belly, and then his face. His dark eyes glued onto you in a stern curiosity, a gear club resting over his shoulder.

What happens now?