Screw it, someone's gotta know what the hell is going on, Jake decided. Standing up on the floor, Jake began a jog over to the dresser where the girl still stood, examining herself in the mirror. As he approached the giant girl, though, she quickly turned and began to walk away from the mirror. Her right leg swung toward Jake unexpectedly, and Jake didn't have enough distance to slow himself down before crashing right into it.
"Oof!" he groaned, colliding with the girl's right pant leg, which he gripped onto tightly to avoid being kicked halfway across the room. The girl quickly paused, however, seeming to have forgotten something, and she turned back to the mirror, pulling up a small stool upon which she sat as she began to re-examine her face.
Jake collected his consciousness again and quickly scrambled up the pant leg to the girl's knee, which -- now that she was sitting -- he could rest on. Jake looked up at the mirror and saw the same semi-familiar face. The girl was applying eye makeup.
All right, I'd better make a move before she finishes and gets up again, Jake reasoned. Turning to face the girl's waist, Jake walked over to the girl's torso and grabbed onto her shirt to begin his climb. After about a minute of hard work, he made it to the girl's right shoulder, where he turned to look at the girl's face. She's just starting the other eye now, so I have some time, Jake thought, as he planned how best to get the attention of the enormous girl.
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