Original Author: The Black Mamba
You walk towards the farm, traveling much faster than sound, and causing minor earthquakes with every step. This seems like nothing to you, but to others it can be catastrophic. Fortunately for the rest of the world you have to lean down in order to see. Darn clouds.
In only minutes you approach the farm and almost trample a large part of it. It was a lot larger than you thought it would be, but still you looked down and saw the entire farm. Rows of trees were planted, all full with ripe apples. Some of them bore some, others none at all. It must be the apple harvest season.
"AGH! GIANTESS!"
You barely hear it from below, along with thousands other screams. They run with their baskets full of apples with them, slowing them down. The apples would be a good snack, however it won't be enough. You would need billions of them to fill you up.
"Stop!" you yell. You didn't actually yell, but when you spoke, everyone dropped their baskets and covered their ears. Maybe you should be a little more quiet.
Finally one of them spoke. "Ma'm, can you please speak softer? You're making us go deaf!" he shouted, in hope that your faraway ear could hear him.
"I see your mouth moving, but I don't hear anything," you reply. The farmers' ears were about ready to burst. You laid down on your belly and pointed your ear towards the man who spoke. Even your head towered over everything, so huge that King Kong would try to climb it and would faint in exhaustion if he got close to reaching the top.
"SPEAK SOFTER!" the farmer said.
"Oh, sorry. I just grew, you know," you whisper. To them it was still loud, but better than you speaking as if in a normal conversation.
More farmers were gathering, with red-hot pitchforks and bats, in case you would cause a rampage. Someone even brought a shotgun. They did not look happy. However, you tell them, "Don't you dare," and they back off.
"Ma'm, please spare us. We could do anything in our capability," the farmer nearest to you said.
"Get all of the apples and bring them to me," you reply.
"But that will take hours!"
"Then bring the ones in the baskets to me."
Rushing as fast as they can, the farmers dropped their weapons, grabbed all of the baskets and brought them to you. Each of its contents you swallowed whole. After eating 50 or so, they have run out, so they ran to harvest more apples as fast as they could. But you were still hungry; each apple was barely anything to you. So you...
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