The closet Parent was the Mother. she was the size of a literal mountain, she had a long grey dress which was perfect, it had enough grooves for you to hold on. with backpack in hand you race to her and begin the climb. Those endurance work out routines you did where put to excellent use and you could here the waitress talk about special's. The youngest kid kept swinging his legs almost hitting you a few times. so far the climb wasn't terrible and you've been rather lucky. "Good I should make it up to the table soon-" before You could finish as you where on the mothers titanic hand she began to reach the menu back to the waitress, this is it you got three choices ahead of you now: Jump onto the menu and slide into the waitress's apron, decide to stay on the giant mom and jump into the small corner of the high plants and walk through the "jungle" or jump into the monolith of the waitress's hand she has stretched out.
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