Climbing down the windowsill, you stand upon the dining table of Red the Giant, the massive blocks of cheese and whole cooked bird and loaves of bread dwarfing you entirely. You look around the giant's dwelling and notice it's not much different from your modern home, equipped with modern appliances, furniture, decor, nerdy collectibles, and even a PC decked in LED lights. Before you can explore, you hear the earth-shaking thuds of the stride of a giant, and have to duck behind the decadent meal for one as Red the Giant enters the room and takes a big whiff, his chest expanding to unparalleled masculine proportion. The giant is a 50 foot tall anthropomorphic rodent with pure red fur to match his name and sandy colored fur patterns. As with most giants, his proportions lean toward giant hands and feet, with his muscles as big to match, though his front side including his belly and pecs appear quite plump and soft. Despite this, he manages to wear modern clothing made to fit his godly figure, perhaps made by giants for giants? Though his cargo shorts leave little to the imagination.

FE, FI, FO, FUM. I SMELL THE BLOOD OF SOMEONE... SMALL AND DUMB.

You can see the giant get a little taller out of frustration, his clothes growing with him, likely an intimidation instinct of giants past. He takes off one of his shoes exposing his white masculine Hanes sock, holding his massive shoe like a weapon as he searches around the room looking for the little intruder, his red tufted tail trailing behind him.

HMPH. Damn tiny folk really bring out the GIANT in me. I haven't "Fe'd" a "Fo Fum" in ages, you'd better come out now before I have to start FLEXIN' on ya!!