Gulliver squeezed into the empty pub and saw his son chugging down a pint as he attempted to sit next to him but as he placed his foot onto a chair the strength of his leg crushed it into splinters much to his surprise so instead he sat on a table, unknowingly, and kind of ironically, crushing a model of Brobdingnag Palace under his ass.
"I've given this some thought Tom as I don't want us to spoil the relationship we've been enjoying for these past months, almost a year come to think of it. Well I'm enjoying my current height far more than I thought I would, I mean this used to be the land of giants to me but now I am a giant to them. So what I am trying to say Tom is that would you like to be a few feet taller, well would you like to be my size?" Gulliver asked Tom as he quickly realised a few feet taller at his normal Englishman height would be barely a few centimetres in Brobdingnag scale.
"I've given this some thought Tom as I don't want us to spoil the relationship we've been enjoying for these past months, almost a year come to think of it. Well I'm enjoying my current height far more than I thought I would, I mean this used to be the land of giants to me but now I am a giant to them. So what I am trying to say Tom is that would you like to be a few feet taller, well would you like to be my size?" Gulliver asked Tom as he quickly realised a few feet taller at his normal Englishman height would be barely a few centimetres in Brobdingnag scale.