You are carried along by the giant lifeguard, unaware of the tiny Earthling now clinging to his pubes. The sea salt smell perseveres even though much of the water has drain out through the speedo and trickling down his legs. The swaying intensifies. He must be running, you assume as the entire pubic undergrowth comes to life. After getting slammed again and again against the speedos, the tossing becomes less intense to nil. You have little knowledge that outside, the lifeguard has just mounted his chair and put on his sunglasses. Another day at the beach for him, despite a miniature passenger amongst his loins.
You hear a loud metal noise, like something ripping and air escaping. Could it be your ship? How much is left after the explosion, after all you and parts of it landed in the sea. Did the giant find the wreckage? You hear loud coughing from above and a pungent yeasty odor. A trickle of brown liquid runs through the pubic jungle, leaving a coat of bubbles. "Beer," you realize. The giant lifeguard guzzles more and sends down some more rivers of the stuff towards you. From above, the giant...
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