It's glummy.
I love it.
Now, just you listen.
It's great.
It lifts you right off your feet, like a rocket.
Yeah, that's whiz-popping for you.
Try some yourself.
It's lovely.
Delicious.
Now, just you wait.
Bravo!
It was very good for a beginner.
Let's have some more.
I is galloping off now to catch some more chopsy shiftin' dreams for my collection.
Is you wishing to come with me?
No, thank you.
Not with those giants lurking outside.
I is snuggling you very cozy into the pocket of my waistcoat.
Come on.
Oh!
There.
You is safe in there.
And you can peep out of that little hole in the pocket.
Now...
I just need to fill my suitcase with empty jars.
Now all I need is my net and off we goes.
As soon as he was outside, the BFGs set off across the great hot yellow wasteland where the blue rocks lay and the dead trees stood and where all the other giants were skulking about.
Sophie, squatting low on her heels in the pocket of the leather waistcoat, had one eye glued to the little hole.
She saw the group of enormous giants about 300 yards ahead.
Hold your breaths, cross your figlets, here we go.
We is going right past all these other giants.
Is you seeing that whopping great one, the one nearest to us?
I see him.
He's the horriblest of them all.
He is called the Flash Lump Eating Giant.
He's 54 feet high and he is swalloping human beings like they're sugar lumps, two or three at a time.
Shall we turn back?
They have spotted us.
They is loping towards us.
Well, well, here comes the runty one.
Oh, yeah, you is right, Fresh Lumpia.
That's the runny one all right.
Of course I is right, Bloodbuffer.
I is always right.
Quiet, all of you.
Oh, hold there, runty one.
Where's you splatch-winkling away to in such a heft hurry?
Come here.
Ow!
Be so kind as to be letting go of my hair, flesh lump eater.
Now listen.
Squiffler, we is all of us wanting to know where you is galloping off to every day in the daytime.
Isn't we?
Nobody ought to be galloping off anywhere until it's dark.
The human beings could easily be spotting you and starting a giant hunt.
We is not wanting that to happen.
Is we not?
No, no, no, we are not.
Yeah.
The AI is not galloping to any human being country.
I is going to other places.
I is thinking that you is catching human beings and keeping them as pets.
Right you are.
Just now I is hearing him chittering away to one of them.
I is gonna throw him!
Catch him, manhugger!
I got him!
Shall I throw him?
Come here, manhugger!
What can I do?
I will catch him!
I got him!
He's bored, bored with catching up.
He's kicking them.
Run, you little ruckus.
Run, run, run, run, run.
Let us be seeing how fast you is galloping.
Squawking little twit.
Squawking little squawk.
Squawking little squawk.
I didn't like that.
Phew.
Phew and far between.
They was in a nasty crutching mood today.
I expect they'll catch lots of people tonight.
Oh, they will.
Every night they does.
But if all these people are disappearing every night, surely there's some sort of an outcry.
Well, the world is a whopping big place.
The Giants is clever.
They is careful not to be skediddling off to the same country too often.
Is you quite cozy down there in my pocket?
I'm fine.
Well, you hold on because now we goes faster.
Faster?
That's right.
