Big feet, don't fail me now!

The shoppers scatter as you race through the checkouts and out of the store. As you keep running you think about where to go. Should you head for the woods and live as Bigfoot? No, Fred's place will be better. He understands what you're going through.

At Fred's house you've got no time to knock so you kick the door open with a large foot and start squeeezing your bulky blubbery body through.

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