>Be me, Japanese garbage man
>Apparently some woman needs her trash picked up on a saturday, Junichi-san the dispatcher sounded extremely nervous about it
>After ringing the bell we hear thundering sounds rushing towards the door, like the very footsteps of hell itself
>It swings open, nearly shattering the hinges
>YO WHAT UP MY MAN I THOUGHT YOU WERE MEANT TO BE HERE EARLIER, THE TRASH IS RIGHT HERE
>The absolutely absurdly tall woman wearing nothing but a nightgown steps aside to reveal a Senso-ji of Pizza Boxes and Strong Zero, though even that enormous tower that stretched 3 feet into the sky was dwarfed by her height
>OH DANG IT, I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT I FLEW BACK TO THE SECOND BASE FOR A BIT, I'VE ONLY GOT FRANKLINS IN MY WALLET! WAIT HERE FOR A SEC, OKAY?!
>I have no idea what she just said, but in just a second she's off like the wind, galloping down the road and stepping over the top of relatively diminutive pedestrians with every stride, the unfamiliar growths on her chest the size of a child swaying with each thumping footsteps
>I could only stand agape for a few minutes before she's suddenly bounding back, breathing extremely heavily
>HERE YA GO MY MAN, A COUPLE OF SHIBUSAWAS FOR YA. BY THE WAY, DID YOU KNOW THAT PICKLES ARE ACTUALLY CUCUMBERS? CRAZY, HUH?! I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL KRONII THIS CURSED KNOWLEDGE ON DISCORD LATER! PEACE!
>She slams the door in my face
>I fucking hate this woman
