The muscular, bearded giant had yet to notice Stan, and he decided he'd like to keep it that way for now, so he moved away from the giant slowly. He was off in his own little world, though, shades on and taking in the rays as he sat back in his beach chair. Stan felt he was safe to walk away.
Unfortunately, not everyone else was as inactive and detached from the world. Stan hadn't taken 20 paces when he saw something that made his heart stop - about 8 kids running in his direction, towards the ocean! You whimpered in terror as they pounded the sand with their unreasonably large feet. You winced. What were you supposed to do?
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