Kurt barely had time to collect himself and comprehend what had happened when a slow, echoing series of sounds started to grow louder and louder behind him. The resounding noises were footsteps, the loud clap of shoes against the school hallway floor.
Kurt spun around just in time to see two massive feet, as large as garbage trucks, step into view. Long legs and a torso stretching into the heavens made Kurt's tiny neck arch until it hurt. And there, smiling at his good fortune, was the face of..
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