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 There was once a giant who had a beautiful garden. It was full of sweet-scented flowers and tall, shady trees, and a bubbling stream ran through the middle of it. It was a wonderful place to play in, but the giant would not let anyone in to enjoy it. One day, as he frolicked joyously through his hard-earned property (for so he was fond of calling it), he stumbled upon a sight so terrifying, that he found himself hoping it was a prank. Under normal circumstances, such an act would enrage him: for humour alone (in addition to trespassers, birds, quadropods, music, literature, and people who wore shoes) acted as an instant catalyst to the fuse

Some time ago, on a fictional date in the not so fictional city of Verona, lived a fictional merchant with a personality not nearly as fictional as his being. His cause was simple, and it revolved around comfortable survival over all else, with emphasis on maintaining life – as all living things – and a craving for a life wrapped in pleasantries – as all living humans. It was a simple cause, and it made him tread carefully about his city, sometimes listening but rarely speaking, never engaging in a noble fight or even seeing nobility in fight, and never minding the business of others lest it threatened his own. In fact, he w