Robb sat up, looking ahead, at three kids, each appearing to be giant, going through the food in his ship.
"Hey, give me some of that!" one kid said, grabbing a handful of fruit from one of the crates, stuffing it all in his mouth.
"I saw it first!" the other kid said, picking up the crate and placing it closer to his body. Another one stood near a hole in the ship, taking another crate out. Putting it down, he ripped it open, revealing a supply of the protein bars. "Hey, guys, look at this!" The other kids gathered around, grabbing as many of the bars as they could.
"Hey!" Robb yelled out, deciding immediately that it probably wasn't the best idea he's ever had. "Stay away from that food!"
All three kids turned, looking at the man. "Hey, he's alive!" one of them said, walking over to him. "We thought you had died. We even poked you with a stick a couple times, just to make sure." The boy approached Robb, and noticed that he barely came up to his knee. "What are you going to do about it, shorty?" One of his massive fingers came down, poking him hard in the chest, knocking him over. He then put his foot over his body.
"Stop it, Dwayne!" another boy said, running up to the first kid.. "Don't hurt him!"
Dwayne removed his foot. "Relax, I wasn't going to hurt him. Just having some fun." He walked off, going back to the wrecked ship, to get more food.
"Are you okay?" the other child asked, bending down. He smiled sympathetically.
"Y-yeah," Robb said, standing up. He looked up at the boy. He had to be around 15 feet tall. His frame was massive. The boy's chest was massive, resembling twin barrels, with deep separations. It had to measure close to 75 or 80", based on his size. His arms were 43" around; his shoulders more closely resembled football goal posts, although that was an exaggeration. His leg muscles held tremendous power, looking more like sequoias, with all four heads of the quadriceps clearly separated. His back muscles flared outward, from his massive and thick traps at the top,to the lats at the bottom, giving him an incredibly powerful appearance.
In fact, upon looking over at the other boys, they also had the same body type and physique, too. Just where was he?
"My name's Adam," the boy said, his typical children's voice seemingly out of place for a body that large.
"Robb," the man replied, looking up cautiously at the child.
"Pay no attention to Dwayne," he said, sitting down on the ground in front of Robb, causing the ground to shake on impact. "He's aways a jerk to everyone." The boy glanced over at Robb's ship. "Just where did you get all that food?"
"I was shipping it to some very important people when I ran into a few hurricanes. I doubt they'd want their stuff now."
"Sorry about that," Adam said. We were just so hungry."
"That's okay," Robb said, looking over at the boy's friends. They were lying on the ground, their stomachs full. "I guess you guys have enough food for a while, huh?"
"A week, at best," Adam replied. "Besides, there are other kids on the island. They'll want some of it, too."
A few minutes later, the other two boys approached. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," Adam said, standing up. "You're coming with me, little guy." He bent down and picked Robb up.
"Hey, hey!" he protested. "I can walk!"
"Trust me, it's faster this way." Adam replied.
All three boys then started running, picking up incredible speed as they went along. Suddenly, all three leapt into the air, arching high into the air, before landing a few miles away, deep on the island. The ground shook violently as they landed, Robb feeling the most from their impact.
Where were they?
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