The bastard kept trying to steal my magic harp!
I mean, every time I’d fall asleep and start dreaming of endless feasts I’d be awoken by the sound of that familiar tune. What’s a hard-working giant to do?
Well, I’d follow his tiny little footsteps and scare him into dropping the harp. I was content to let him escape, figuring he’d learned his lesson. Of course, after that umpteenth time he attempted to steal my harp, I’d finally had it!
Fi-fo-fi-fum, I stomped his head straight through his bum!