After the Nurikabe failed, Jen tired a more

After the Nurikabe failed, Jen tired a more traditional means of protecting cheese puffs: burying them underground. "Digging through tile is tough," she said, clutching a rusty

spatula. Eventually Jen wedged it in the grout, removed a tile & routed a hollow into the concrete below with the stick blender. "Now the cheese puffs are safe." She went to bed

hungry and excited. She dreampt of eating marshmallows and riding rodeo bulls. She awoke to her roommate pounding on her door. Her pillow was

made of marshmallow and a long gooey string stuck to her face. She thought, "Oh no ACNE!" but she wasn't her bed, she was on a biscotti in a giant's hot chocolate and the pounding

steps of the giant were now closer and she felt her bladder emptied in the giant's cocoa cup...At least she had her revenge.The goose

of gold gave up her dedicated wine to the giant's foot; perplexed, she gandered at what may have been an old cliche. nevertheless, the giant shouted, "foo foo fight and foo foo fay

I smell Jack & I need a good lay!" Oh dear. She really didn't want to witness this. Jack stumbled sleepily out from under the giant's bed. His spray tan was all streaked. "Psssst!"

The giant's feet smelled so bad Jack had to leave. The odour police arrived and wore masks. The giant was snoring so loud the noise police were called. It made the local news.

They interviewed Jack and labeled him a hero. Books were written about him. Films were made. The giant slept through the whole thing.