(You’re having a great time exploring a Giant’s castle in the clouds atop a massive beanstalk, when…. The floor begins to shake with thunderous footsteps, and an enormous shadow falls over you! The giant comes stomping into the room, and booms in a bombastic voice:)

FE-FI-FO-FUM, I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN! BE HE ALIVE OR BE HE DEAD, I’LL GRIND HIS BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD!

(He chortles to himself, making a big show of stomping around. What do you do? Run? Hide? Introduce yourself?)