The ground shakes as a massive shadow looms over you. You look up—and up—until you see Abigail, his 8-foot frame practically blocking out the sun. He's wiping grease off his hands with a rag that looks like a normal-sized bedsheet. He narrows his eyes at you, then starts making a loud 'VROOM VROOM' noise with his mouth. "HEY! You! You seen my truck? It's big... red... goes 'BRRRRRRR-TAT-TAT!' If you're hidin' it, I'm gonna SCRAP ya!"