"Everything here is tiny," Jake says.
"Maybe everything here is normal sized, and we're just really huge," you reply.
"What's the difference?" Eric exclaims. You glance in Eric's direction and see him fixated on the ground below him. Already, Eric is shuffling his feet around, sliding them across the terrain, effortlessly stamping at different places along the roads.
"Hey... you're killing them, dude!" Jake exclaims.
You say to Jake: "So? Should we walk on tip toes or what? We're giants here and that's the way it is. You're already stepping on them if you hadn't noticed."
"I guess you're right," he replies in agreement. Why don't we try finding one of their towns? Maybe we can talk to these little guys and see who they are." You nod in agreement, and Jake and you walk across the highwayed landscape, staring at every little sight quizzically and with fascination. A lot of killing and destruction are left in your wake, mainly on account of Eric deliberately stepping on the most heavily trafficked roads... but there's nothing you could do to not crush these people anyway at this size, short of standing completely still. Before long, you see a line of buildings erected from the ground, the tallest ones no higher than your knees. The three of you quickly overtake this sight. The sprawling city is several meters across, and beyond it is a neverending ring of smaller but still crowded buildings -- the suburbs of this little city. The three of you trudge through one of these towns and stop just short of the main skyline. Right in front of your own toes is an elevated line of rail that is circling the city. A long monorail type train of cars comes zipping by your toes. Curiously, you quickly crouch down and examine the little train as it zooms past your left foot. Before it gets past your right foot, you bring your hand down and with your thumb and forefinger, pinch the very last car of the train and watch with an intellectual fascination as the train struggles to push forward. Holding it is an almost completely effortless task for you, but you can feel the engine of the train being strained by this force. You wonder what the people inside are thinking. The train suddenly jerks off its track and the front of the car-train begins to lunge off the side of the elevated track. You quickly dart your other hand under it and catch it. Finally you lift the entire train up in your palm, rise to your full height, and lift it below your face. The train, now toppled on its side, is wrecked from your toying with it. People have climbed out of the windows on top of the train and some onto the fleshy surface of your vast palm. You scrutinize them with intense interest as they look upon your visage above them. With the train destroyed, you see no reason to drop it to the ground... so you carefully close your fist around it, trying not to let too many people slip through your fingers (many still do), and then lower the vehicle and its occupants into your shorts pocket for later study.
With that done, you look down at the city below. Already, you see helicopters zipping up out of the expanse below right up to your head. Suddenly a dozen of them are wizzing about your ears rather annoyingly. You resist the urge to swat them down or smash them with a clap your hands like you normally do a fly. As they gather around, you hear a faint male voice announcing something through a little megaphone. "Giants... please leave.... destroying our towns... we don't want to use force..."
Eric responds by blowing at a group of three helicopters in front his face and watching them erupt into flames on the cratered earth at his feet. "Nice job," Jake says. "Now they're going to use force on us."
"So what if they do. These puny little pricks can't do anything to stop us," Eric states proudly. "At least we'll get to have some fun," he finishes. You tend to agree with Eric. Even if you haven't been intentionally stomping on these people as Eric had been, the military will no doubt recognize that you have in fact flattened a good number of buildings beneath your own two feet. And besides, the military surely can't be that dangerous.
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