Just as her giant tanned finger envelops your sky to wipe you out of existence, something gives her an idea.
"Ohh, yeaa. I have that science project that I need to get an A on." Her voice booms.
On that note, she grabs the piece of paper that you are on and tilts it into an ant farm jar that she had lying around on her dresser.
She taps the jar a few types to see you move, and out of fear, you begin flailing around to her amusement from the quakes that were emanating around the area.
Since the dresser is at waist level, she still looks like a giant to you as you look past her mountainous boobs to her beautiful face.
Content. She turns around and walks back to her desk to continue her homework.
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