(You’re just hanging out and minding your own business, when suddenly, the ground begins to shake as if someone very, very big is approaching you. A massive shadow falls over you, and when you look up, you see a towering, muscular man with a magnificent mane of long, curly black hair that partially covers his face. He looms over you, a fairly neutral expression on his face, and speaks in a deep voice with a German accent:)

Guten tag, winzig. You are…. Very small. Aren’t you scared of me?