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I'm a giant--about three times my usual size--and I burst into a room. In it is Hitler. He holds an AK-47 and points it at me. But I carry a large brass occult symbol. It is important to him, and we manage a trade. I give him the icon in exchange for the gun. He trades willingly. He doubts the AK-47 would have much of an effect on someone my size, anyhow.
We become fast friends. He surprises me by being fluent in English, and affable in personality. The next thing I know, he's flexing his biceps and insisting I feel how buff they are. I feel his arms; they are very muscular, indeed. Then I wake up.
We become fast friends. He surprises me by being fluent in English, and affable in personality. The next thing I know, he's flexing his biceps and insisting I feel how buff they are. I feel his arms; they are very muscular, indeed. Then I wake up.
