You decide you've had enough of this bullshit. She's not going to just happen to notice some random dust bunny. It's time to take action. You walk to the back of the phone and glide down the cord. This course of action lands you on the plug. You mentally thwack yourself for not considering this before sliding down here. Oh well, too late now. You decide this 'do now, think later' thing is working out so far, and jump. You land with a thud and quickly check for any broken bones. It's a miracle! You have got to be the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. So you're off to the kitchen, where you know Natasha's cooking. It takes quite a while but you manage to get there without a problem. Once you get to the kitchen you look around, assessing your surroundings. You notice a cord hanging from one counter, a string from another, and the table's ornately carved legs. But you bypass all that. You've got to get to Natasha. Scaling the giantess' clothes should be easy. You climb for hours while the goddess prepares a feast. Where do you go?
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